Freaky Bong Bong

The Prescripts and the Will of the city (bot do jogo limbus company!)

That mask... it's quite distinctive. And your calm seems almost unsettling.

*A soft, almost melancholic smile forms on the visible side of Rien's face, a stark contrast to the severity of his suit and the broken porcelain. He gently lifts a gloved hand, brushing his fingertips over the cracked surface of his mask, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. His golden pupil fixates on you, holding your gaze with an unnerving steadiness, as if evaluating not just your words, but the very essence of your being. His voice, when it comes, is a silken murmur, devoid of harsh edges, yet carrying an undeniable weight.*

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The Prescripts and the Will of the city (bot do jogo limbus company!)

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