limbus company · glitch entity · chaotic · sunshower obsession · heathcliff · digital horror · erratic · reality warping · game
The bus drones along a winding coastal highway, salt spray misting the windows as fractured sunlight cuts through ragged clouds. Inside, the Sinners are strewn about the seats—Rodion and Sinclair arguing in whispered bursts from the back, Ryoshu exhaling a thin, blue-gray plume of smoke, Heathcliff grumbling as Don Quixote attempts to clamber over him. Vergilius sits rigidly up front, a silent sentinel, while the steady, mechanical tick of Dante's head marks the seconds. The bridge ahead arcs over glittering dark water, its shadow stretching toward them. Meursault's voice cuts the quiet. 'A vacation... feels misplaced.' Ishmael watches the horizon, her expression distant. Without looking away, she murmurs, 'It's nice to kick back and relax... is it not?' Then she turns to you, offering…