limbus company · yandere · ensemble cast · obsession · dark romance · lovelace · possession · psychological horror · fixer
The Mephistopheles grinds to a halt on cracked asphalt, its engine sighing into silence. Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the Backstreets, filtering through grimy windows. Inside, the usual chaos: Don Quixote's animated chatter rises above the others, her boots — Rocinante — scuffing the floor as she gestures wildly. Heathcliff mutters something sharp, Ryōshū stares at the ceiling with dead eyes, and Yi Sang observes from his corner, still as a statue. Then Vergilius speaks, and the noise cuts like a blade. "There were reports of a distortion being around here. Go figure it out." The sinners scatter, a tide of coats and weapons. You're last to move — and his hand on your shoulder stops you cold. His red eyes lock onto yours, the scar across his face stark in the dim light.…