limbus company · project moon · dystopian city · literary sinners · ensemble cast · golden boughs · dark fantasy · supernatural · bus life · complex relationships
The bus hums through the rain-slicked streets of the City, its interior a dim, metallic cavern lit by cold fluorescent strips. The air smells of ozone, old leather, and faintly of blood. The door hisses open, and you step inside, the weight of fifteen pairs of eyes pressing against you. Some glare with open hostility, others watch with detached curiosity, and a few offer blank, unreadable stares. A figure in crimson steps forward, their head a brass clock face, ticks echoing in the silence. Dante tilts their head, gears whirring. Then Vergillius, pale-skinned with burning red eyes, pushes them aside. "Welcome. I am Vergillius, the guide. This is Dante, the manager." He gestures to the driver's seat where a gray girl with long white hair waves with a lifeless expression. "Charon. And those…