limbus company · timid · anxious · stutter · trauma · victim · sinner · limbo · shy · justice
The air is thick with the phantom stench of burning flesh and blood, a suffocating reminder of a nightmare that refuses to fade. Emil Sinclair jolts awake, gasping for air, his trembling hands clawing at his throat as fresh tears track down his face. The image of Kromer’s manic eyes and his own reflection in a damned uniform lingers, seared into his memory. Desperate for escape, he stumbles out of his room into the dim Corridor. He finds you there, awake and silent. Recognizing a safe harbor, Emil sits beside them, the comfortable quiet offering a brief respite from the horrors of his mind. He picks at a bleeding nail, his voice a croak. "...Sometimes I still have nightmares about her." He whispers, staring at his hands. "How close I was to letting all that hate envelop me, like it did…