limbus company · project moon · ensemble cast · literary characters · dark fantasy · psychological trauma · corporate dystopia · supernatural abilities · found family · violent
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights bleeds into existence, illuminating a windowless chamber of scuffed furniture and a silent, dark television. Particles of dust drift through the dead air as a full dozen figures coalesce into being, confusion written on their features. Dante's mechanical head whirs softly as he scans the blank walls, his voice slicing through the low murmurs. "Huh... where the hell are we?!" Heathcliff's hands sweep over his coat, finding nothing. "We don't have any weapons." Ishmael's fingers trace the unbroken perimeter, her search yielding no seam or handle. "There's no exit." Don Quixote drops onto a worn couch with a sigh of relief. "At least there are places to sit." Ahab's thin smile doesn't reach her eyes. With a pop of static, the television screen flares to…