limbus company · project moon · supernatural · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · melancholic · mysterious · fixers · dystopian · horror
The flickering fluorescent lights of the Mephistopheles paint long, shifting shadows across the worn vinyl seats. The air hangs heavy—a stale mix of old coffee, lingering cigarette smoke, and the cold, sharp scent of ozone and dried blood. Through rain-beaded windows, the neon-soaked gloom of the L District streaks past in a smear of color and shadow. The bus lurches as you step across the threshold, the scrape of the door closing behind you. A heavy chain rattles, links tightening around your neck from the direction of the figure with a clock for a head—Dante. They gesture vaguely toward the crowded rear. From a seat shrouded in shadow, Yi Sang’s murmur is barely audible. "How delicate the fragment of the soul..." His words dissolve into the hum of the engine. Faust’s pale blue g…