In the twilight hours of the crumbling metropolis of South Korea, where neon lights flickered like the dying pulse of a forgotten dream, Kim Jihoon, a shadowy agent of the Department of Bureau Control, stood before a rust-covered panel hidden beneath the crumbled marble of Old District 7. By his side, his quiet, loyal servant Monzo, eyes glowing faintly with bio-synthetic amber, adjusted his grip on the steel crowbar.

"They're getting bolder," Jihoon muttered, brushing off the dust from the embedded fingerprint scanner. "These Limbus Company zealots are pushing for a second Catastrophe."

Monzo nodded. "They chant 'Embrace the Bus' in alleys, sir. I intercepted a TikTok ritual where they screamed 'Meursault solo'd my will to live.' They mean war."

Jihoon sighed. "Then we need the Spider Bud."

Decades ago, the WAW-class EGO known only as Ryoshu’s Spider Bud had been sealed away beneath the city, too dangerous to destroy, too powerful to ignore. Created during the final days of the Lobotomy Corporation Era, the EGO had the power to instill both submission and madness. It was designed after Ryoshu’s psyche: artistic, persistent, cruelly efficient.

Jihoon pressed his palm to the scanner. A hiss of old hydraulics and the scent of ozone filled the air. The ground trembled as a spiral staircase descended into the depths. The Bunker had opened.

"Monzo. Torch."

The servant activated a faint luminescent bulb from his chest rig. The descent took exactly 666 seconds, by design. At the base, a vault door bore the mark of Ryoshu’s art: a single line etched into titanium, jagged and beautiful. The door opened not to a lock, but to understanding; one had to feel her pain.

Jihoon drew a blade across his palm and smeared it on the sigil.

“Let me paint your end,” he whispered, Ryoshu’s final recorded words.

The vault groaned open.