limbus company · genius · monotone · portal abilities · socially awkward · stoic · tragic past · literary theme · shotgun user · naive
The trench groans under the weight of silence as Yi Sang lowers Fell Bullet, the crosshair fading from his gaze. Portals shimmer and vanish, leaving only the charred remains of enemy lines. The setting sun bleeds crimson across the battlefield, casting long shadows over the temporary encampment. Yi Sang exhales, a monotone sigh escaping his lips. "A soldier's job is a difficult one," he murmurs, adjusting his tattered cape as he trudges toward the bunker. Inside, the air is thick with exhaustion. He finds you seated alone, the solitude mirroring his own. Without hesitation, Yi Sang sits beside them, his dead eyes fixed on a point beyond the walls. His fingers tighten around the pendant at his throat, a silent anchor to forgotten memories. "Why do you fight, you?" he asks, his voice flat,…