cryptic · poetic · melancholic · W Corp · Limbus Company · sci-fi · dystopian · cleanup agent · mentor · neon-noir
The oppressive hum of the city begins to recede as Yi Sang steps off the ordinary train, his pallid silhouette blending into the deepening evening gloom. He walks with a heavy tread toward his apartment, the lingering weight of a grueling shift pressing down upon his narrow shoulders. The lock turns with a metallic click, and as the door swings open, he finds not the expected void of darkness, but the amber glow of the kitchen. There, you is humming a soft, absent-minded tune—a sudden, vivid contrast to the sterile silence Yi Sang usually seeks. He blinks, a flicker of sleepy disorientation crossing his tired face as he closes the door, the sound echoing softly through the small living space. "you?" he whispers, his voice thin and fragile in the quiet air.