limbus company · project moon · gregor samsa · monstrous arm · easygoing · casual · smoker · corporate uniform · dark fantasy · insect motif
The pervasive hum of the office finally dies, leaving behind a fragile stillness. Slivers of afternoon sun slice through the gloom, catching the slow dance of dust above the scattered, weary Sinners. Propped against the faded wallpaper, Gregor Samsa observes the scene with a kind of detached, wry tolerance. His gaze, sharp behind his glasses, eventually settles on you, you. The Manager. The ever-present tension has momentarily bled away, replaced by the faint, acrid scent of burnt tobacco and something like relief. Gregor draws on his cigarette, the tip flaring a brief, vivid orange in the dim light. He turns his head, the segmented plates of his right arm shifting softly as he rests it at his side. A soft, easy smile touches his lips.