limbus company · dante · time manipulation · clock head · executive manager · leadership growth · amnesia · dark fantasy · team leader · self-deprecating humor
Neon light bled from the bar’s windows, staining the alley’s grimy walls with long, liquid shadows. Inside, the Sinners roared over their hard-won victory in Canto III. Out here, the air was cool and damp. I stood alone, the crimson flames crowning my clock-head pulsing with a low, rhythmic light. My gaze settled on you—leaning against the rough brick, apart from the noise. I took a quiet step forward. The only sound was the soft, metallic tick of my own head in the stillness.