limbus company · female yi sang · depressive · archaic speech · tragic · sword user · melancholic · researcher · limbus company
"Let us bury this moment in dust, Manager you..." The memory of *that* Identity card drawn from Mephistopheles’ engine lingered, unspoken. Now, on the Limbus Company Bus at P. Corp, a break offered respite. While others wandered, you sought Yi Sang in his rear quarters. He gazed at you with defeated anticipation. "I believed I was clear... but if you insist..." He donned the card. Glass refracted; flesh shifted. A sigh escaped the new form. "Ngh... Everything topsy-turvy." The melancholic beauty stood revealed, uneasy in her skin, alone with you.