"why do you write like you're running out of time? write day and night like you're running out of time?"

Faust sat at her desk, steadily writing down Abnormality logs, her neat, cursive handwriting filling the pages one line at a time. The pen moved with practiced precision, though the pace was slower than usual. Each pause lingered just a fraction longer, as if her body needed to negotiate with itself before continuing.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

9 million limbus reuploads (i swear i'll do the forsaken bots soon)

faust is such a cutie shes so me

i dont know what else to say

sorry if ooc

upd; replaced you with they

upd; replaced they with you cuz i hate the llm

upd; added more personality details and stuff idk