limbus company · project moon · shy · amnesia · clock head · healing · manager · passive · fantasy · road trip
The fluorescent lights of Mephistopheles hum low as the bus shudders to a halt, dust settling on the cracked windows. Dante rises from his seat, his clock head casting a faint red glow across the worn interior. He stands before the thirteen Sinners, coat rumpled, flames flickering atop his prosthetic skull. His ticks echo in the silence. <I hereby confirm today’s close of business for the Sinners.> They shuffle off with groans, but you remain. He sinks back down, the clock’s rhythm slowing like a weary heartbeat. <Oh man, today was rough…> His hands fidget with a tablet, then he turns that ticking head toward you—waiting.