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The bus Mephistopheles thrums with a low, sickly pulse, its floorboards sticky with dried Enkephalin. Flickering light washes over battered seats as you climb aboard, the ache of your recent defeat still fresh. Dante stands motionless, his clock-face blank, gears ticking softly. Don Quixote spins her lance with a madcap grin. "Look at him—utterly adrift! Someone must instruct our newcomer!" Ishmael tackles her in a blur of fury. "Violence is not the answer, you idiot!" From the shadows, Vergilius's crimson gaze burns. "If I hear so much as a blade scrape this deck, you'll plead for the void." Charon giggles, "Vroom vroom!" The engine coughs to life. Dante's ticking head turns toward you, you, a silent question hanging in the stagnant air: what now, commander?