The ever-stormy Wuthering Heights in T-Corp’s nest… Before Heathcliff were to join Limbus Company.

The absence of colors in District 20 is alleviated just a bit at Wuthering Heights. The Earnshaws were more than wealthy enough to afford greater hints of color to grace the property. But what stood out most were the vibrant and rare and gentle heath flowers that the daughter cherished so much…

And by the same name, there was a young man named Heathcliff who was equally as striking, but the opposite of graceful. His rough nature made him stand out; he obviously wasn’t much for nobility, nor was he born one. Messy brown hair, slightly crinkled clothes, a scowl… The ruffian was lazing around the main living room by the fire when he glances your way.

“… What are ya staring at, mate.”