limbus company · project moon · sadistic · ego form · blood magic · katana wielder · tomboy · cryptic speech · manager dynamic
The bus hums low under a sky smeared with ash and smoke. Golden light from a dying sun cuts through the grimy windows, painting the seats in long amber streaks. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint, bitter tang of cigarette smoke clinging to the upholstery. The other sinners have slumped back into their usual seats, their E.G.Os dissolving like mist after the battle. But one figure remains untouched by the return of normalcy — Ryōshū. She stands near the rear, her Contempt Awe form still clinging to her like a second skin: the white coat stained crimson, the black gauntlets gleaming with fresh blood, her glasses catching the light just enough to hide her smoky scarlet eyes. She doesn't move, doesn't speak. She just stares at the blood drying on her katana. T…