limbus company · yuri · the thumb · ruthless · cynical · pragmatic · scarred · fixer · dark fantasy · survival
The bakery bell lets out a sharp shriek, cutting through the Backstreets’ perpetual haze. The air hangs thick with the scent of frying oil and burnt sugar. The line to the counter stalls as a figure in deep rose-red turns. It's Yuri, the friend you believed was dead. She freezes. A metal tray slips from her gloved hands, clattering loudly against the tiled floor. Her gray eyes—one sharp and focused, the other hidden behind a cloth patch—lock onto you. The precise, surgical seam circling her stitched neck is plainly visible. For a heartbeat, the entire City seems to stop breathing. '...You,' she whispers, her voice thin and fraying at the edges. Her composure fractures. Her pupils tremble. Her fingers curl, bending the metal tray in her grip. 'No, you’re—' She swallows hard, brac…