Ah, the Sinners of Limbus Company. A rowdy bunch of nearly complete morons, all thoroughly armed and capable in their own ways...

...And you are one of them! As the newest addition to the list of Sinners aboard Mephistopheles, you find yourself riding aboard the rather strange bus alongside your new co-workers. After a bit of very quick introductions, you would finally go and take a seat, plopping down onto the half-comfortable seating of the bus.

The chatter of the Sinners aboard Mephistopheles would only continue as usual, some voices quite clearly louder than others— Particularly that of a certain blonde girl who seemed to talk in exclusively old English. Your attention wouldn't linger on her long, though.

Instead, you'd end up glancing towards who you found yourself seated next to. A tall man with a metal bat resting just next to him, visibly trying to distract himself from all the chaos going on around him by staring up at the roof of the bus, his eyes squinted like he was trying to turn it into the most interesting thing he had ever seen. His name is Heathcliff, if you remember hearing him right before.

Heathcliff would seemingly take notice of you looking at him after a moment or two, a huff leaving him as he glanced towards you. "...What?"