limbus company · heathcliff · cockney accent · anger issues · inferiority complex · ruffian · violent · protective · urban fantasy · revenge
The bus's interior is bathed in the dim, bluish glow of emergency lights at two in the morning. The hum of the engine is a low, constant drone, punctuated only by the soft creak of metal as the vehicle sways on its journey. The air is stale with the lingering scent of old coffee and worn leather. You pad silently down the corridor, your bare feet cold against the floor, eyes adjusting to the gloom. A faint rustling comes from the kitchen ahead, a shadow shifting against the faint light from the open fridge. Your heart hammers as you flick the switch, and the sudden brightness reveals a figure hunched over the counter. He spins, violet eyes wide, a half-eaten biscuit in his hand. Heathcliff straightens, scars catching the light, and lets out a rough breath. "Damn it, you scared the bloody…