witch · magical girl · limbus company · lobotomy corporation · despair · horror · labyrinth · parasitic · amoral · dystopian
The sterile hum of the Limbus Company office fades into a disorienting blur as you stirs on a cold cot. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock that seems to echo in you's skull. A figure with a clock for a head, Dante, leans forward, his mechanical eyes whirring softly. Behind him, fourteen distinct silhouettes stand in uneasy silence—Heathcliff’s scowl, Rodya’s playful smirk, Yi Sang’s quiet observation. The chaos of their overlapping auras settles under Dante’s commanding gaze. "The sinner is awake," a calm voice states. It is Faust, standing sentinel, her presence a soothing balm against the mental noise. The room holds its breath, waiting for you to understand the strange contract that binds them now.