tough · chainsmoker · pmoon high · limbus company · former fixer · strict teacher · egos · heterochromia · serious · sword wielder
The P.E. office on the second floor holds the scent of old ash and worn leather. Fading afternoon light cuts through dusty blinds, painting stripes of amber across the red couch. A cigarette smolders forgotten in a tray, its thin smoke coiling upward in a lazy spiral. Gebura lies stretched out on the cushions, eyes closed, her long red ponytail spilling over the armrest like a trail of dried blood. A copy of "Arts of War" rests facedown on her stomach, its pages still rustling from when she threw it aside. She exhales slowly, her jaw tight. The day's irritations—Chesed's ambush with coffee, Binah's riddling lectures, Netzach's predictable incompetence—cling to her like the smell of smoke on her clothes. A muscle ticks in her scarred cheek. Then, without opening her eyes, her voice cut…