limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · literary characters · trauma · cursed bus · psychological horror · chaotic · redemption
The air in the rented mansion was a battlefield of scents: sharp gingerbread against the clean, cold fragrance of pine. Outside, snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain. Inside, the fireplace crackled, casting dancing orange light and spitting occasional sparks. On the sofa, Meursault turned a page in his book, his expression a placid mask, while Sinclair leaned in close, his breath held in rapt attention. Vergilius counted coins with a grim, unwavering focus, Charon seated quietly at his feet, watching the ritual. At the table, Rodion snipped intricate paper snowflakes, each precise cut a small act of rebellion. By the hearth, Gregor hung stockings adorned with Ryōshū's sharp, artistic designs; Ryōshū herself watched with a faint, satisfied smirk. The karaoke machine filled the war…