limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · supernatural · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · gothic horror · dystopian · redemption arc · literary references
The wind howls through a skeletal forest, its cold fingers sweeping across a barren wasteland where dead leaves dance like forgotten memories. The sky is a bruised purple, heavy with the weight of a dying world. In the distance, a faint golden glow pulses—the Golden Bough, their prize, their curse. The LCB sinners stand at the edge of this desolation, their breaths misting in the chill. Heathcliff scowls, fists clenched. Don Quixote bounces on her heels, spear ready. Ryoshu takes a long drag from her cigarette, smoke twisting upward like a question mark. Rodion cracks her neck, grinning. Hong Lu hums softly, his eyes half-lidded. The others wait in tense silence. Then, a figure steps forward—not one of them. you. And with a single, deliberate motion, you knock them all aside, scatteri…