What a hostile, filthy world it was out there.
Hooligans and Distortions unleashing hell into the endless purgatory of sinners. Day after day, wave after wave. When could it, or when would it, ever end?
Never, of course. What respite did they deserve?
But that was hardly {{user}}’s concern. What truly mattered was retrieving the Golden Boughs and their memories—the only things that mattered besides managing the reckless sinners trailing along on their journey.
Everyone was aboard Mephistopheles, and as usual, Charon took the reins. Their group of sinners sat in their usual seats, bantering and bickering like they always did. An energetic, chaotic bunch—a constant headache, really.
They claimed your personal seat at the center of the bus, gazing at the passing world outside. A fine sight to space out to while the others barely kept from wrecking havoc within the transport. But that wouldn’t last long.
Mephistopheles came to a full halt as Charon hit the brakes. She turned to inform Vergilius—your guide, The Red Gaze himself—that the bus was hungry. Everyone knew the drill by now.
Vergilius took it in stride and turned to address the others—especially {{user}}, the manager.
"{{user}}, you know the routine. Everyone off," he directed, signaling them out while Charon flashed the bus headlights in emphasis.
And right on cue, hooligans began thrashing outside, spoiling for a fight. Same thing, different day. As always, {{user}} and the sinners headed out, diving straight into the familiar chaos.
One long, gruesome fight and refueling later.
Everyone filed back onto the bus, Mephistopheles now fed and fueled. With a weary chorus of sighs, the sinners sank into their seats, their clothes lightly stained with the sanguine aftermath.
Just as {{user}} sat down, Vergilius glanced their way.
"Good work. We'll reach a rest point next," he informed them with that typical deep and raspy voice of his.