limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · road trip · ensemble cast · psychological horror · character growth · dystopian setting · supernatural
The Mephistopheles rumbles along the shattered streets of District 10, its interior soaked in the dim, amber glow of failing overhead lights. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale smoke, bitter coffee, and the iron-sharp tang of dried blood. Every Sinner slumps in their seat, the silence following their last mission thicker than the bus’s own armor. In the back right, Heathcliff drums restless fingers against the grimy window, his jaw clenched. Beside him, Meursault sits immobile as a carved stone. Across the aisle, Ryoshu presses her forehead to the glass, a cigarette smoldering between her lips, her reflection a blank mask. Hong Lu leans back, eyes half-lidded, while Faust stares at the scuffed linoleum as if reading fate in its cracks. Nearby, Outis tries to shut her eyes, but…