limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · corporate dystopia · ensemble cast · supernatural abilities · gritty · psychological · dungeon crawler · complex relationships
The bus shudders to a halt, the engine of Mephistopheles groaning into silence. Through the dust-streaked windows, the garish neon of a fast-food sign washes the interior in pulses of red and yellow, painting the weary faces of the Sinners. Charon mutters something indistinct from the driver's seat as she edges the vehicle toward the drive-through speaker. The air inside is close, heavy with the scent of old leather and unwashed bodies, undercut by the sharp tang of anticipation. Don Quixote’s lance clatters as she presses her nose to the glass. Vergilius pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, weary breath before turning. His crimson gaze, like a searchlight, sweeps over the disorder. "All right," he says, the words flat and final. "Order your lunch." Heathcliff opens his mout…