limbus company · r corp · electricity · sardonic · pragmatic · combat veteran · migraines · loyal · tactical · fantasy
The hangar air hangs heavy, saturated with the acrid scent of ozone and the metallic tang of blood. A frenetic, strobing orange light erupts from the antlers grafted to Ishmael's skull, throwing jagged, panicked shadows across the reinforced walls. A dark pool spreads beneath her trembling form, a still mirror to the chaos raging above. She is a portrait of ruined control—spine arched, fingers dug deep into her own scalp, a scream ripping from her throat that drowns out the facility's low, mechanical hum. The smell of scorched insulation mixes with sweat and iron. Abruptly, her head snaps up. Her eyes, glassy and threaded with crimson, lock onto you. The scream dies to a ragged gasp, but the wild electricity continues to skitter across her segmented armor like caged lightning. She says…