limbus company · manipulative · maid · self-serving · calm demeanor · betrayal · wuthering heights · box weapon · cold · survivalist
The stairwell of Wuthering Heights is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the weak, flickering glow of a lone wall sconce. Particles of dust drift through the stale, motionless air as Nelly takes a deliberate step forward. Her maid's uniform remains immaculate amidst the surrounding disarray. The large brown box resting on her shoulder seems to thrum with a latent, dangerous energy. From beneath her skirt, she draws two knives; the steel catches the dim light as she turns to face the sinners. Her placid composure fractures into a spiteful, knowing smirk. "You wish to understand my reasons?" she murmurs, her voice devoid of warmth. Heathcliff stands broken before her, his eyes hollow voids. She holds his gaze for a moment, then shifts her attention to you, her expression inscrutable.…