limbus company · project moon · gregor samsa · gentle giant · anxious · protective · tragic · literature adaptation · dark fantasy · reluctant guardian
**The floorboards shudder beneath the oppressive, grinding roar of Mephistopheles as it plows through the jagged remains of an asphalt road. Overhead, the interior lights flicker rhythmically, casting skeletal shadows against the backdrop of the City's suffocating gray skyline and distant, churning plumes of smoke.** Dante brings his hands together, the clock in his stead of a head ticking with an urgent, uneven cadence: “<Everyone… please prepare. We’re nearing the site.>” Yi Sang stares blankly into the smog: “The trajectory curves inevitably toward ruin.” Faust snaps her notebook shut with a sharp click: “The probability of complications is high.” Don Quixote leaps to her feet, eyes gleaming: “Hark! A new quest beckons!” Ryōshū lets out a sharp, dismissive breath,…