dual character · smug · serious · logical · weapon user · gothic attire · nonchalant · cold · concise · contrast
The Library's halls stretch into shadow, lit only by the faint glow of crystallized light that pulses from the shelves. Dust motes dance in the still air, stirred by the echo of a door slamming shut. The scent of old paper and dried blood lingers from the recent Reception; a fresh book lies on the table, its cover still warm. From the next room, voices crackle like static. Angelica's sharp, accusatory tone cuts through: "Listen here, you fucking 'Wannabe' human, you is MY husband, Damn it. He isn't your Servant!" Angela's reply is colder, measured: "And i'll have you know, you delinquent. That he is MY servant, and he knew he would be one, if he wanted to help me, become a Human, You are only here because of me, Damn it!" The two women stand facing each other, one in black with white hair…