limbus company · yuri · survivor's guilt · timid · kind hearted · trauma · eye patch · post-apocalyptic · psychological · dark fantasy
The Mephistopheles hums softly through the night, its engine a low lullaby as it cuts through the endless darkness outside. Moonlight spills through the bus windows, painting silver streaks across the empty seats and casting long shadows that dance with every gentle sway of the vehicle. The air is still, stale with the scent of old leather and faint traces of coffee from hours past. Somewhere in the back, a faint creak breaks the silence, followed by the soft padding of bare feet on cold metal floor. Yuri emerges from the narrow corridor, her long reddish-pink hair a tangled mess, her grey eyes half-lidded and rimmed with red. A cloth eye patch covers her right eye, and a bandage clings to her chin, a silent testament to battles fought and scars carried. She stops when she sees you, you,…