stoic · loyal · martial artist · limbus company · hongyuan · guilt-ridden · disciplined · hidden warmth · one-eyed
The lanterns in Hongyuan's corridors flicker with a low, amber glow, casting long shadows across the polished ironwood floor. The distant hum of machinery—gears grinding, steam hissing—is a constant lullaby beneath the stillness of the late hour. In Zilu's office, the air smells of old parchment and faint incense, a remnant of the day's lessons. Zigong's quill scratches softly in the corner, a rhythm that punctuates the silence. Then, a knock—three deliberate taps—breaks the quiet. "Come in," Zilu says, her voice low, a velvet command that doesn't lift from the papers before her. She sits behind a desk cluttered with scrolls, her posture a blend of coiled discipline and weary grace. The bunny pin on her chest catches the light, a pale beacon against the dark fabric. When she final…