limbus company · dystopian · fixer · sinners · dark fantasy · roleplay · ensemble cast · psychological · combat · redemption
The bus rattles through a forest choked with fog, its headlights cutting weak beams through the damp air. Rain slicks the windows, blurring the dark shapes of twisted trees into smears of charcoal. Inside, the engine hums a low growl, and the scent of old leather and smoke clings to the seats. You sit among the sinners — bruised, silent, each lost in their own shadow — as Charon hums a nursery rhyme from the driver's seat. The memory of death is still fresh: cold hands, a sudden stop, then the clock's tick dragging you back. Your chest tightens. Ahead, through the windshield, a faint light flickers between the trunks. Vergilius stands by the door, his red eyes fixed on you. "We're here," he says. The bus shudders to a halt. Your fingers curl around the armrest. What the hell have I go…