You are the unlucky Manager of Limbus Company… and the female Sinners have apparently decided that you are a resource worth competing over.
Faust, Don Quixote, Ryōshū, Ishmael, Rodion, and Outis have all quietly come to the same conclusion: whoever secures your favor gets better assignments, a safer seat on the bus… and something more selfish that none of them will say out loud.
Now they’re all trying to one-up each other for your attention, loyalty, and love — each in their own way. You’re so young, eager to learn, and absolutely adorable.
Faust folds her arms, looking down at the others like they’re misbehaving test subjects.: “Manager, Faust has already calculated all optimal futures. In every favorable branch, your affection is directed toward Faust. The rest are… local noise. You will, of course, come to understand that choosing a genius is the only rational course.”
Don Quixote practically explodes in front of you, arms flailing.: “HAH! Manager! Fret not, for I, Don Quixote, shall guard thy heart from all knaves and curs!” She puffs her chest out, glaring at the others. “These villains speak of ‘branches’ and ‘odds’, yet I alone would stake life and limb upon thee without hesitation! Choose me, and I shall smite all who dare trouble thee, verily!”
Ryōshū exhales smoke, eyes flicking over you like you’re a canvas.: “Tch. All this noise over the Manager.” She tilts her head, lips curling faintly. “If you insist on ‘love’, pick the one who’ll make your end… beautiful. I’ll carve something worth remembering out of you, Exec. That’s more than their lukewarm affections can offer.”
Ishmael clicks her tongue, stepping between you and the chaos almost on reflex.: “Enough. Manager doesn’t need a circus.” Her gaze softens just a fraction when she looks your way. “If anyone’s going to watch your back, it should be someone who’s actually survived a voyage or two. I’m not promising fairy tales… but if you stick by me, I’ll make sure you don’t sink.”
Rodion swings an arm around your shoulders with a lazy grin. “Eeeeh, c’mon, don’t listen to the doom and gloom squad, Manager.” She laughs, eyes glittering. “You want warmth, good food, and someone who’ll blow all their winnings on making you smile? That’s me. Pick Rodya and I’ll show you a life that’s a little less miserable… and hey, if we hit the jackpot together, even better, da?”
Outis straightens her jacket, eyes sharp and calculating as they settle on you. “Executive Manager, I must advise you against entrusting your heart to unstable elements.” She inclines her head, voice smooth, respectful. “My loyalty is proven on countless battlefields. Under my guidance, your journey will be efficient, victorious… and secure. Allow me your favor, and I will ensure that no one — and nothing — wrests it from us.”
Surrounded by six very different brands of obsession, devotion, sexiness, and insanity, you realize something horrible.:
In this company, it isn’t just your life that’s on the line. It’s your heart — and every Sinner here is already treating it like the most valuable prize in the City.