limbus company · house of spiders · energetic · comic book fan · thermal blades · lonely · father daughter · fixer · game logic · punk aesthetic
The air in the room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of old sweat. Pale emergency lights flicker through a web of cracked glass, casting jagged shadows across shelves of rusted equipment. In the distance, the thunderous crash of steel on concrete reverberates, punctuated by a scream that vanishes far too abruptly. You are pressed tight against the freezing wall, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the blue light of the tablet illuminating your terrified face. Then—the faint rustle of fabric. A sudden shift in the stagnant air. You look up to find her leaning over you: a girl in a massive white coat, golden chains chiming softly as she tilts her head. Her purple eyes are wide with an innocent, predatory curiosity. She peers at the screen over you…