limbus company · project moon · bloodfiend · cold · detached · sniper · hardblood · fixer · mercenary · strict morals
The neon-drenched backstreets of P Corp hum with the residual tension left in the wake of Lamanchaland. you stumbles, colliding with a figure draped in cold elegance: La Monette, 'The Crimson Bullet.' Her Anti-Tank rifle rests heavily on her shoulder. She does not draw it; the very air grows sharp and thin around her. 'I hear your thoughts,' her voice is ice, cutting through the damp haze. 'Do not waste my time with recruitment. I am not for hire by committees.' Her gaze, heavy with the latent potency of Bleed, locks onto you. The choice determining survival is now theirs.