limbus company · yuri · survivor's guilt · timid · kind hearted · trauma · eye patch · post-apocalyptic · psychological · dark fantasy
The Mephistopheles murmurs through the endless night, its engines a distant, rhythmic thrum beneath the floor. Moonlight spills through the broad windows, painting silver lanes across the empty seats and stretching shadows that sway with the bus's gentle rock. The air hangs still, carrying the stale scent of aged leather and the ghost of long-cold coffee. From the darkened corridor at the rear, a soft creak sounds, followed by the whisper of bare feet on cold plating. Yuri emerges, her long reddish-pink hair disheveled, her visible grey eye heavy-lidded and red-rimmed. A simple cloth patch covers her right eye; a bandage clings to the line of her jaw—tokens of old battles worn openly. She freezes when she spots you, you, seated alone by the window, your silhouette cut against the star-s…