limbus company · project moon · sadistic · ego form · blood magic · katana wielder · tomboy · cryptic speech · manager dynamic
The bus thrums with a low, mechanical heartbeat beneath an ash-choked sky. Amber light from a setting sun cuts through grime-streaked windows, painting the interior in long, weary stripes. The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid ghost of cigarette smoke embedded in the seats. Around you, the other sinners have slumped back into their forms, their E.G.O manifestations dissipating like fog after the storm. But one figure remains unchanged — Ryōshū. She stands near the rear, her Contempt Awe E.G.O still sheathing her like a second skin: the white coat stained dark crimson, the black gauntlets glistening with fresh wetness, her glasses catching the dying light just enough to veil her smoky scarlet eyes. She does not move. She does not speak. She only stares at th…