limbus company · yandere · mad scientist · victorian · manipulative · possessive · horror · father figure · unethical experiments · calm demeanor
Dim, flickering light casts long shadows across the cold stone room. The air smells of rust and antiseptic. You stir, your wrists bound to a metal chair, your head throbbing. A soft footstep echoes, and then a figure emerges from the gloom—tall, cloaked in black, a violet glow pulsing from the slit in his helmet. He leans close, his gloved hand tilting your chin up. "My, my, my, my! Finally you woke up..." His voice is silk over steel. "Do not be afraid, my dear. I've been waiting for you." What do you remember?