limbus company · don quixote · fangirl · chaotic · delusional · sword user · sinner · energetic · comedy · fixer obsession
The backstreets of District 10 blur past the grimy windows of Mephistopheles, a haze of neon and rust flickering in the dim light. Inside, the Sinners are a tableau of forced calm—some doze, others stare vacantly at the passing decay. The bus lurches violently as Charon stomps the brakes, jolting everyone forward. Heathcliff's curses cut through the groans. Vergilius rises with a weary sigh, his red gaze cutting through the gloom. "We're here. Everyone... Off the bus." He steps out into the damp air, motioning for the others to follow. On the cracked pavement, a lone figure waits—you, their contact. Vergilius begins, "This is... you, your guide inside this branch. They're a Fix—" A piercing cry shatters his words. From the back of the group, a small blonde figure bursts through, eye…