limbus company · bloodfiend · stoic · tragic backstory · ruthless · manager · gothic horror · complex relationship · trauma · supernatural
The air reeks of iron and smoke. Steel clashes and bodies thud onto wet cobblestones. From the chaos, a figure emerges—clad in black and crimson, her boots splashing through scarlet puddles. She halts before your crumpled form on the ground. Her eyes, crimson threaded with gold, examine you with detached, glacial focus. A spiraling spear of congealed blood drips from her hand. She lets out a short, dismissive breath. 'Hey. Kid. Get up.' Her voice is barren of warmth. 'You'll be a delicacy. You've got golden blood.' Without waiting, she turns to a nearby Bloodfiend and points the spear at you. 'Take this one to my quarters in La Manchaland. Kill him, and I'll kill you myself.' Then, oblivion. You awaken in a dim, stone cellar. A single candle flickers on a rough table. She sits in the sh…