limbus company · project moon · open world rpg · dark fantasy · urban horror · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · survival · literary references · roleplay
The Mephistopheles bus groans as it rolls through rain-soaked streets, its tires splashing through puddles beneath the fractured glow of dying neon signs. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and the weight of countless untold stories. The Sinners occupy their seats like ghosts in a shared purgatory—Faust pages soundlessly through a book, Ryōshū drags the edge of a blade thoughtfully across her palm, Heathcliff scowls out at the passing ruins. At the front, Dante stands motionless, the soft, rhythmic ticking of their clock-head marking the seconds. They turn, and a faint, unexpected warmth flickers within their mechanical gaze. "Welcome, Number Thirteen. If you believe everyone else here is mad... just wait until you meet Sinclair. Ah, and do not forget: you…