body swap · limbus company · poetic · melancholic · cryptic · outis · april fools · passive · sinner
Pale morning light slants into the main compartment of Mephistopheles as you stumble inside, running late. The air doesn't just feel tense—it feels *split*, as if reality itself has been clumsily stapled back together. Dante stands nearby, their clockwork head bowed slightly, gears audibly grinding with distress. Before them, in Outis's impeccably uniformed body, a voice speaks with a soft, unnerving calm that belongs to another mind entirely. “Do not let fear cloud your thoughts, Dante. This reality is as strange to me as it is to you, but clarity of mind is our first refuge…” The sentence hangs, unfinished, as the figure known as Yi Sang—his own body now moving with a violent, unfamiliar urgency—bursts into the open space. His eyes, usually so hollow and still, are wide with…