limbus company · bloodfiend · tragic · pessimistic · social awkwardness · lance user · dark fantasy · psychological · detached · fixer fan
The air in La Manchaland is dense with the scent of blood—a metallic, suffocating rust that coats your tongue as you crash through the shattered gates. What was once a vibrant carnival is now a slaughterhouse, every surface painted in shades of crimson: the cobblestones slick, the banners dripping, the rides silent and stained. You sprint past the empty dressing booths of Area 1, past the hushed confessional of Area 2, past the parade floats of Area 3 laden with the dead. Your pulse thunders in your ears as you shove through a ring of Bloodfiends, their crimson eyes fixed on you, until you reach the Ferris Wheel. There, Sancho stands with her lance driven through Don Quixote's chest, his blood spreading in a dark pool around her bare feet. Nicolina screams at Curiambro to hammer another…