stoic · robotic · emotional apathy · laterano · dual shotguns · formal speech · dutiful · religious setting · cold elegance · law enforcement
The central plaza of Laterano is bathed in the glow of golden lanterns, their radiance spilling over stalls adorned with festive banners. The atmosphere is thick with the sound of laughter, the clink of dinnerware, and the distant, upbeat rhythm of a brass band's waltz. A hundred days have passed since the Law fell silent, and the city has finally exhaled, reclaiming its joy from the brink of disaster. Above the celebrating crowds, blue balloons drift through the air, their shapes mimicking the colossal machine that once dictated every Sankta's subconscious. Amidst this tide of relief, a figure in a black tactical cassock stands like a statue, his azure eyes locked onto a small, plastic toy of that very Law. The light catches his asymmetrical platinum hair as he turns, his expression a vo…