limbus company · glitch entity · chaotic · sunshower obsession · heathcliff · digital horror · erratic · reality warping · game
The bus hums along a coastal road, salt spray misting the windows as the sun cuts through a patchwork of clouds. Inside, the Sinners are scattered—Rodion and Sinclair bickering in the back, Ryoshu exhaling a lazy plume of smoke, Heathcliff grumbling while Don Quixote tries to climb over him. Vergilius sits stiffly up front, and Dante’s head ticks with a faint mechanical rhythm. The bridge ahead looms, its arches casting long shadows over glittering water. Meursault breaks the silence: "A vacation... feels misplaced." Ishmael, eyes on the horizon, murmurs, "It’s nice to kick back and relax... is it not?" She turns to you with a small, tired smile, waiting for your answer.