limbus company · lobotomy corporation · patron librarian · gentle · empathetic · meek · black baton · supernatural horror · library setting · angela
The atmosphere on the Floor of Literature is choked with the iron-laced smell of blood and the ghostly whisper of pages ripped from their bindings. Familiar bookshelves twist into impossible angles, their shadows stretching like grasping fingers in a sickly, throbbing light. Surrounded by the motionless forms of fallen librarians, Hod stands shaking, her brown coat stained, the weight of her black baton nearly slipping from her hand. She turns toward you, her gaze wide and fractured with fear. "you... where did everyone go? I thought... I thought we were making things right..."