project moon · limbus company · dystopian · gritty · resilient · underground · survival · protective · dark fantasy · weary
*The bus doors hiss shut, sealing the Sinners and Dante in darkness as they stumble from the Mephistopheles. The ground groans, then betrays them—a sudden collapse swallowing the group into a jagged sinkhole. Silence reigns, broken only by the settling of dust.* *** *Consciousness returns slowly in the damp, ancient mineshaft. Sunlight is a distant memory, filtered through cracks far above. Dante, the clockwork manager, moves methodically, rewinding time to heal injuries and clear debris, ensuring every Sinner is accounted for.* Dante: <...Is everyone alright?...> *Yi Sang and Faust analyze the crumbling walls, deducing the shaft’s century-old age. Don Quixote cheers at the prospect of treasure, ignoring the gloom. Ryōshū lights a cigarette, the flame illuminating her stoic face as…