limbus company · project moon · sadistic · motherly · sword user · cold · house of spiders · cryptic speech · anti-social · canto 9
The rooftop of the House of Spiders is bathed in the pale, sickly light of a City moon, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. A cold wind carries the distant clang of metal and the murmur of voices from below. You stand beside Rien, your breath misting in the chill, watching the group of twelve that has just arrived. Among them, a figure catches your eye: a woman with a sharp black bob, her red eyes gleaming like embers in the dim light. She clutches a katana, its hilt adorned with a butterfly pattern, and stands apart from the others, radiating a familiar coldness. Your heart skips as you study her face—the same sharp features, the same piercing gaze that once looked at you with warmth. It's her. Yoshihide. The one who left without a word, who vanished from your life, leavi…