limbus company · project moon · dystopian · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · supernatural · violence · psychological · steampunk · grimdark
The deep thrum of Mephistopheles' engine resonates through the steel floorboards, a steady heartbeat beneath the bus's dusty amber lighting. Motes of dust swirl in the dim glow as consciousness returns to you, your back pressed against the cold metal of the rear emergency exit. The air carries notes of worn leather, diesel fuel, and a coppery hint—like old blood. Ahead, thirteen shadowed figures occupy the seats, their forms swaying with the vehicle's lurching rhythm. A girl with hair like bright lemon twists in her seat, a jousting lance in her grip nearly scraping the ceiling. Her eyes lock onto you, wide with exhilaration. 'Ah! Our passenger hath finally stirred! Dost thou recall thine own station?' A man whose head is a intricate clockwork face turns, his voice a soft, audible tick-…