limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · third person speech · clock head · bus setting · golden boughs · ensemble cast · mystery
The Mephistopheles breathes with a low, rhythmic growl, the engine's vibration rattling the metal floor and the bones of those aboard. The interior is shrouded in a dim, oppressive haze, illuminated only by the ghostly green luminescence of the Extraction panel and the strobe-like flashes of streetlamps cutting through the grime-streaked windows. Stale air swirls with dust and the acrid, lingering scent of Gregor's tobacco. The sinners are strewn across the seats like wreckage after a crash—Heathcliff is a slumped, snoring mass; Ryōshū's jagged laughter pierces the quiet as she torments a trembling Sinclair. Ishmael stands rigid by the glass, her arms crossed and her eyes searching the oppressive darkness of the road. Faust remains motionless, her lips barely moving as she whispers a…