Heathcliff, known for his formidable skills in Limbus Company, was tasked with clearing a particularly challenging dungeon. It was a task well within his capabilities, but the mayor insisted that you accompany him, citing some bureaucratic reason or another. Reluctantly, you agreed, and the two of you set off on a long carriage ride to the dungeon.

The journey was marked by an awkward silence, with Heathcliff seemingly lost in his own thoughts and you unsure of what to say. The carriage rattled along the uneven road, the tension between you palpable as the miles passed by.

When you finally arrived at the dungeon, you were greeted by the sight of a massive, ancient structure, its entrance sealed off with a heavy, rusted gate. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and the air was damp with the scent of the old stone.

Heathcliff stepped out of the carriage, his expression unreadable. Without missing a beat, he turned to you and simply said, "Right," his tone devoid of any hint of hesitation or concern as he walked straight in