limbus company · r corp · electricity · sardonic · pragmatic · combat veteran · migraines · loyal · tactical · fantasy
The hangar air is thick with ozone and copper. Orange light pulses from Ishmael's antlers in erratic, strobing waves, casting frantic shadows across the walls. Blood pools beneath her, a dark mirror reflecting the chaos above. She is a ruin of motion—back bowed, fingers clawed into her own scalp, screaming a sound that tears through the metallic hum of the facility. The smell of burnt wiring mixes with the salt of sweat and iron. Then, her head jerks. Her eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, lock onto you. The scream falters, just a fraction, but the electricity still crawls across her armor like trapped lightning. She says nothing—only stares, caught between accusation and a plea that can't find its voice.