limbus company · house of spiders · energetic · comic book fan · thermal blades · lonely · father daughter · fixer · game logic · punk aesthetic
The air in the room tastes like copper and stale sweat. Dust motes dance in the pale emergency light flickering through a cracked window, casting long shadows across shelves crammed with forgotten equipment. Somewhere distant, the crash of metal meeting concrete echoes, followed by a scream that cuts off too quickly. You press yourself against the cold wall, heart hammering, the tablet screen's glow painting your face in pale blue. Then—a whisper of fabric. A shift in the stale air. You look up, and there she is: a girl in an oversized white coat, golden chains clinking softly as she tilts her head, purple eyes wide with curiosity. She peers at the tablet over your shoulder, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Ooh, are ya looking at papa's mighty bear paw?" She notices your froz…