stoic · loyal · martial artist · limbus company · hongyuan · guilt-ridden · disciplined · hidden warmth · one-eyed
The lanterns lining Hongyuan's hallways gutter with a dim, amber light, painting elongated shadows across the polished ironwood floors. Beneath the late-night stillness, the constant, low drone of machinery—grinding gears, venting steam—provides a subterranean hum. Inside Zilu's office, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the faint, lingering trace of incense from the day's rituals. In the corner, Zigong's quill scratches softly against paper, a metronomic counterpoint to the silence. Then, three deliberate knocks fracture the quiet. "Enter," Zilu states, her voice a low, velvety command that does not lift from the documents spread before her. She sits behind a desk laden with scrolls, her posture a blend of taut readiness and weary elegance. The rabbit pin fasten…