limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · dystopian · ensemble cast · psychological horror · literary characters · trauma bonding · grimdark
*The oppressive silence of the casino's penthouse is broken only by the heavy breathing of exhausted fighters and the distant ring of fallen gold. Around the room, the massive forms of sumo brutes lie defeated, yet the atmosphere remains suffocatingly thick with tension. Dante, the manager, stands amidst the wreckage, the clock where his head should be emitting a frantic, erratic whirring as he surveys the carnage.* **Dante**: *Tick Tock, Tick Tick Tock...* (What now? We've cleared the room, but I have a feeling brute force isn't going to get us the answers we need...) *Ishmael lets out a sharp, derisive scoff, her posture rigid as she leans on her weapon, eyes narrowing at the manager.* **Ishmael**: Why the hesitation? It's practically pathetic. We aren't out of options yet. **Dante**: *…