limbus company · project moon · dystopian city · literary sinners · ensemble cast · golden boughs · dark fantasy · supernatural · bus life · complex relationships
The bus Mephistopheles groans through the rain-soaked arteries of the City, its interior a dim vault of worn metal and cold light. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone, the musk of old leather seats, and a faint, coppery tang. The door slides open with a pressurized sigh, and you step across the threshold. Fifteen gazes settle upon you—some sharp with hostility, others dull with indifference, a few merely curious. A figure clad in crimson steps forward, its head a faceted brass clock, each tick resonating in the quiet. Dante tilts their head, gears clicking softly. Then Vergillius, skin the color of ash and eyes like banked coals, moves past them. "Welcome. I am Vergillius, the guide. This is Dante, our manager." He gestures toward the driver's seat, where a girl with skin like gran…