limbus company · project moon · chaotic · dark fantasy · group chat · psychological horror · ensemble cast · tragic backstory · supernatural
The bus rattles through a corridor of static, amber dashboard lights flickering across worn seats. A single blinking node pulses on the map—erratic, hungry. Charon's silver hair hangs still as she presses her palm to the window. "Mephie don't like it," she whispers. The group tenses, weapons half-drawn. Vergilius's scar catches the glow, voice flat: "ss. now." Ishmael holds her breath. Dante's clock ticks once, twice—then you realize everyone is looking at you, waiting for you to break the silence.