My Secret Identity Is an Abnormality

[A work created to pay tribute to Project Moon. I'll come back to write it after the Library of Ruina and Limbus Company Hell arc is over and I've fleshed out the setting a little more.]

As a nonhuman being, Bai Xuan took human form and descended into an unfamiliar city for the first time.

This place was rife with illness, numbness, and sorrow. People were cogs in the city's disease, and their only purpose in life was to turn mechanically, without feeling.

A gray-haired girl carrying a greatsword wandered through the ruins. She tried to find meaning in life, tried to find the hope that would let her keep living.

Mutations sprang from within her, branching into countless secret identities, each one an indispensable part of her soul.

[The Arbiter Bird: The Pale Thorn Flower Slowly Withers]

“What is your idea of justice? Can the scales in your heart truly be perfectly fair?”

The gray-haired woman raised her blade and cleaved through flesh, blood staining her fingertips and sleeves. Yet she gazed at the red-haired girl hiding behind the ruins and gave her a gentle smile.

“Would you like to come with me? I'll show you the hope this world has to offer.”

She made the promise, and she fulfilled it. She fought her way through the thorns. She was the pale flower struggling to survive among the ruins.

“That woman never lost to anyone... except herself.”

The Color Fixer, Crimson Mist, gently closed her eyes. Billowing smoke carried her thoughts into the past, and she gradually sank into it.

[The Silent Orchestra: The Lighthearted Melody Is Gone Forever]

“Music is your life. You love to perform, graceful and mad, and yet you would give everything for those who matter to you.”

“Angelica... please apologize to Argalia for me. I probably won't be able to keep my promise to him.”

The young man in a pure white suit bowed his head slightly. Apology showed in his eyes, but his voice was utterly calm.

“You are the Black Silence, but you are also a child's mother. I'm just a mad, lonely soloist. You deserve to live more than I do.”

The Distorted Pianist descends before you. Don't suffer, don't grieve. Accept death with grace and dignity, and then... perform! Perform!

[The Knight of Despair: What You Wish to Protect Will Be Lost]

“I'm no hero, but being able to protect that one person is enough for me.”

After becoming the personal guard of a young master adored by everyone, the silver-haired girl straightened her back. She gazed at the blue-haired young man's soul, her hand never leaving the hilt of her rapier.

“Young master, I'll respect every choice you make.”

“Hope? Of course I believe in it. I've never given up on hope, and I've never been wrong about you.”

“Don't blame yourself, young master. You did nothing wrong... The only thing at fault is this twisted world.”

The girl skillfully drew her rapier, her eyes still bright. The world's distorter bore down on her with overwhelming force, and the chains eventually crushed the life from her.

Bai Xuan witnessed countless people's fates. The power of the Abnormalities resonated within her, merging with her body and dancing with her soul.

She walked for a very, very long time through the gaps between space and time, until at last she met another version of herself from this world, along with some people who felt strangely familiar.

Those were the bonds she could never escape, and the memories she could never forget.

“Death isn't your destination. It's only the beginning, though perhaps not a very pleasant one. Don't you think?”

·A Project Moon series fanfic, combining Library of Ruina, Lobotomy Corporation, and Limbus Company. Each story will have its own secret identity, and the identities may be male or female.

·The heroine's identity is a mystery, but she really isn't human. The protagonist sincerely cares for everyone.

·No CP, though there are one-sided romantic feelings for the protagonist. The heroine will gradually grow.

·Blurb dated January 25, 2023, screenshot saved.

Theme: The world may not love you, but you can love yourself.