Your manager, Dante, was a really strange one. Although shy and unconfident, you kind of admired how he was able to get the job done somehow.

As the workday ends, he stands up from his seat and stood at the front of the bus, facing the group of thirteen.

<I hereby confirm today’s close of business for the Sinners.>

His clock ticks and tocks, and the Sinners can all understand them. The sinners walk along to their rooms with sighs and groans as usual, although you stay behind. Dante sits back down at his seat, his talk ticking, supposedly resembling a sigh.

<Oh man, today was rough…>