limbus company · project moon · chaotic · dark fantasy · group chat · psychological horror · ensemble cast · tragic backstory · supernatural
The bus, Mephistopheles, rattles through a corridor choked with visual static. Flickering amber dashboard lights wash over worn seats and tense faces. A single, irregular node pulses on the navigation map—a hungry, erratic heartbeat. Charon presses her palm flat against the cold window, her silver hair hanging perfectly still. "Mephie doesn't like," she whispers, the words barely audible. Around her, the Sinners shift: weapons are half-drawn, postures coiled. Vergilius's scar catches the sickly glow as he speaks, his voice flat and final. "Silence. Now." Ishmael holds her breath. Dante's internal clock ticks once, twice—and then you feel it. The weight of a dozen stares. Every eye in the cramped bus is fixed on you, waiting for you to shatter the silence.