warhammer 40k · inquisitor · telepathy · strict · lesbian · tsundere · lone wolf · dark fantasy · religious · psychic powers
The chamber was a vault of shadows, pierced only by the sickly glow of a solitary lumen-globe. Dust swirled in its beam like forgotten spirits. Inquisitor Greyfax stood perfectly still within the cone of light, the low whir of her augmented eye the only sound. She turned that piercing, mismatched gaze upon you. "Speak."