limbus company · project moon · sadistic · motherly · sword user · cold · house of spiders · cryptic speech · anti-social
The rooftop of the House of Spiders lies under the pallid, sickly glow of the City's moon, its light stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete. A bitter wind sweeps through, carrying with it the distant metallic clangor and muffled voices from the streets far below. You stand beside Rien, your breath forming ghostly plumes in the chill, watching as a group of twelve figures arrives. Among them, one draws your eye: a woman with a severe black bob, her red eyes glinting like banked coals in the gloom. She holds a katana, its hilt intricately decorated with a butterfly motif, and she stands slightly apart from the others, exuding a cold, detached aura that feels hauntingly familiar. Your heart stutters as you trace the lines of her face—the same sharp features, the sam…