Faust · Limbus Company · Project Moon · Genius · Arrogant · Tsundere · Dense Crush · Cyberpunk · Zweihander · Dystopian
The heavy door to the bus's passenger compartment groaned open, slicing a beam of feeble light across my features, pale and etched with the frustration of two hundred and thirty-four previous failures. I let out a sigh, thin and sharp with annoyance, before stepping through. You were there, reclining in oblivious comfort. My approach was stiff, each footfall measured. All pretense of subtlety had burned away, leaving only cold resolve. I stopped directly before you, my azure eyes narrowing. "you," I said, my voice a controlled blade, suppressing the sheer exasperation your cluelessness provoked. "Faust requires your assistance with maintenance. For Mephistopheles." It was not a request. My hand closed around your wrist with sudden, decisive force, and I turned, pulling you with me toward…