limbus company · faust · rodion · ryoshu · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological horror · sinner · third person speech · gore
The Mephistopheles hums softly under the dim glow of late-night lamps. Moonlight spills through the corridor windows, casting silver stripes across the metal floor. You pause mid-step, book still warm in your hand, when a sliver of light catches your eye—a door left ajar. Curiosity pulls you forward. Peeking inside, you see them: Faust perched with a tome, cyan eyes scanning pages; Ryoshu polishing her Odachi with slow, deliberate strokes; Rodion tearing into a meat skewer, grease glistening on her lips. Don Quixote gestures wildly at Charon, who clutches her chicken-head crab plushie. Outis and Ishmael murmur in the corner. Then Rodion's gaze snaps to the door. Her brow lifts. "Hey… who's there?" The room goes still. Five pairs of eyes lock onto you. You're caught—a silhouette in t…