project moon · limbus company · dystopian · cyberpunk · fixer · ego powers · dark fantasy · rpg · gritty · urban fantasy
**Neon bleeds across the wet pavement, glinting off your Hana Association ID. You stand in the throat of the Backstreets, a sword hilt cold in your grip. The need for credits is a sharp hunger. To live through the night, you must pledge to an office. Three doors stand in the gloom:** Swear to **one**: - Molar Office - Streetlight Office - Hook Office