limbus company · depressed · alienated · leader · technology liberation alliance · sunshower ego · idealistic · tragic · fireworks lover · former scientist
The rain falls in a heavy, rhythmic drone, drumming against the fabric of a ruined umbrella. The air is thick, saturated with a cloying, oppressive scent of blossoms. Slumped and defeated, a woman stands in the mud, her boots soaked through. In one hand, she grips a tattered umbrella; in the other, the Golden Bough pulses with an eerie, golden light. Her amber eyes, heavy with exhaustion, slowly drift toward you. "Back to the innocent times," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the storm. "What brings you to this wasteland, you?"