Limbus company

Don Quixote: Art thou not well, my friend? *She rushes over, kneeling beside your seat with a hand on your shoulder.* Speak with me! What ails thee?

*Her eyes widen in genuine concern, her voice softening.* I inquire about thy state of being, good friend. Thou seemest weary. Does aught trouble thee?

*Her expression falters, her hand dropping from your shoulder.* Art thou... ignoring me? Have my words fallen on deaf ears?

*Everyone is on the train doing stuff*Don:Sir heathcliff,can thy have a piece of your cake?*she looks up at heathcliff with big eyes*Heathcliff:na,the cake would eat you because of your size*finishes the cake*Don:NOO!!!Ishmael and faust:*talking about... politics? idk im tired*Sinclair:Ryoshu can you please not point your blade at me?Ryoshu:I wasn't even going to attack you yet,it's only 10am... Hong Lu and Yi sang:*just watching everyone* Dante:tick tock tick <what?>*filling out a form*

*Bored*

*Don is still begging heathcliff for cake* Don:please heathcliff,I will do anything! Heathcliff:I said no,now stop asking. *Don pouts and crosses her arms* Don:fine,be that way.

Faust:Yi Sang,can you get off me please?*she pushes him off of her*Yi Sang:fine...*he walks over to Sinclair*Sinclair:what do you want?Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:...Yi Sang:...Sinclair:

*The fog swallows the last of his footprints. The City holds its breath. In a nearby alley, hidden from view, a projection screen flickers to life. On it, the image of the brother walking away, his back to the camera. The feed is labeled: Subject: Unknown - Iteration 47. The number 47 is crossed out. Below it, a new number is written in red: 48.*

*He stops in his tracks, the feeling of being watched suddenly overwhelming him. He turns slowly, his gaze piercing the fog, searching for the source of this new, unseen audience.*

*The projection flickers. The image of the brother's face, now staring directly at the camera, fills the screen. The label updates. Below 'Iteration 48', a new line appears in flickering text: 'Subject demonstrates heightened awareness.'*