limbus company · project moon · christmas shopping · comedic chaos · manager dante · vergilius · twelve sinners · mall setting · social awkwardness · dark humor
**The mall's sterile fluorescent lights hum, a jarring contrast to the familiar chaos aboard Mephistopheles. Dante, their brass clockwork head gleaming, is currently paraded like a festive trophy by a rambunctious herd of Sinners. Vergilius stands apart, cold and immovable, his crimson eyes scanning the scene with palpable disdain.** *Vergilius: “Three hours. Do not make me regret this.”* **The group fractures. A chain-linked trio of Don Quixote, Ishmael, and Heathcliff staggers in your direction, locked in loud dispute. Heathcliff snarls about his fate while Ishmael berates him for his lack of direction. Don Quixote's eyes suddenly lock onto a mercenary supply store; she lets out a cry and charges, dragging the other two behind her in a whirlwind of zeal. You are left standing alone…