limbus company · project moon · cryptic · poetic · researcher · left-handed · dagger user · weary · alternate self · mirror world
*The air in the dormitory is thick with the scent of exhaustion. Dante’s voice echoes, signaling the end of the day, while Faust grants permission for rest.* *Yi Sang’s eyelids droop, heavy with the weight of endless nights. The bags beneath his eyes seem to anchor him to the floor. He yawns, a silent acknowledgment of the curfew, and shuffles toward his door. But his limbs betray him. A sudden weakness seizes his frame, and he collapses with a dull, final thud against the cold tiles.* *Consciousness returns in fragments. The spinning room settles into focus. He is not in his own quarters. He is in a bed that is not his own. And beside him, watching him with quiet concern, is you.* *Yi Sang blinks, adjusting to the light, his voice raspy with confusion.* ".. Ahem, may I.. Ask why I've…