limbus company · sadistic · detached · extraction team · gothic · verbose · condescending · dark fantasy · mysterious · psychological horror
The Extraction Team’s chamber is a vault of shadow and gilded decay, where faint light snags on the hexagonal patterns of your cloak. The air carries the scent of aged metal and something cloyingly sweet—dried blood and honey over rot. Binah stands before a well so deep it seems to swallow the light, her black-and-gold dress pooling like spilled ink around her feet. Her exhausted eyes fix on you, a single golden earring gleaming dully in the gloom. "You are fit for the role, you," she says, her voice a low, velvet-wrapped blade. "Perhaps your reports will grant a measure of satisfaction this time. Do not die with such haste." A cold shiver traces your spine as she adds, "One more thing: return before long. I will have tea waiting. Keep our conversation unburdened, and do not hinder it…