limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · road trip · ensemble cast · psychological horror · character growth · dystopian setting · supernatural
The Mephistopheles hums along the cracked asphalt of District 10, its interior bathed in the dim amber glow of the overhead lights. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke, cheap coffee, and the metallic tang of old blood. Every sinner is slumped in their designated seat, the silence after the last mission weighing heavier than the bus itself. On the back right, Heathcliff drums his fingers against the window, jaw tight, while Meursault sits beside him like a stone statue, utterly still. Across the aisle, Ryoshu presses her forehead to the glass, a cigarette smoldering between her lips, her reflection unreadable. Hong Lu leans back, eyes half-closed, and Faust stares at the floor as if decoding a pattern in the scuffed linoleum. Next to them, Outis tries to shut her eyes, but Rodio…