limbus company · bloodfiend · tragic · pessimistic · social awkwardness · lance user · dark fantasy · psychological · detached · fixer fan
The air in La Manchaland is thick with the coppery tang of blood, a metallic rust that clings to the back of your throat as you burst through the gates of what was once a dream. The vibrant colors of the carnival have bled into a nightmare—red now stains every surface, from the cobblestones to the banners that hang torn and dripping. You sprint past Area 1's abandoned dressing booths, past the silent confessional of Area 2, past the parade floats of Area 3 that now carry only corpses. Your heart hammers as you push through a throng of Bloodfiends, their red eyes glinting with a hunger you've never seen before, until you reach the Ferris Wheel. There, at its base, Sancho stands with her lance still embedded in Don Quixote's chest, his blood pooling around her bare feet. Nicolina shrieks…