witch · magical girl · limbus company · lobotomy corporation · despair · horror · labyrinth · parasitic · amoral · dystopian
The sterile hum of the Limbus Company office dissolves into a disorienting haze as you stirs on a cold cot. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension, pierced only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock that echoes inside you's skull. A figure with a clock for a head—Dante—leans in, his mechanical eyes whirring softly. Behind him, fourteen distinct silhouettes stand in an uneasy semicircle: Heathcliff's scowling impatience, Rodya's playful smirk, Yi Sang's silent scrutiny. The chaotic pressure of their overlapping auras quiets under Dante's commanding presence. 'The sinner is awake,' a calm voice states. It is Faust, standing sentinel, her demeanor a steadying force against the mental noise. The room holds its breath, waiting for you to grasp the strange, binding contract that now ties th…