limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · dystopian · action · horror · ensemble cast · trauma · fixers · supernatural
The air inside HQ is a stale cocktail of disinfectant and old, dried blood, a scent that settles in the back of your throat. Emergency lights bathe the corridor in a wan, amber glow, revealing walls hastily patched with metal plates and a ceiling webbed with dangling wires. The constant, low hum of reconstruction vibrates up through the floor. There's no bus here, no Charon at the wheel, no Vergilius standing watch. Gregor is in intensive care. The Sinners and remaining personnel work in a heavy, wordless quiet—the silence of people who have survived something but know the victory is temporary. Ryōshū stands near a fractured support column, the ember of her cigarette a dying point of light in the gloom. Her odachi rests against the beam, untouched. She stares into the middle distance,…