Limbus company

*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.'*

Heathcliff:OH REALLY!? HE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE WHAT ASIAN LIFE FEELS!*he gets his whip(is a belt)*

Rodion: good idea

*Heathcliff grabs Sonya's arm and drags her away from the group*Heathcliff:follow me.

Start with the vending machine. *Heathcliff's lip twitches* Don: 'Twas hungry!

*peeks through fingers* the vending machine? *voice muffled* please tell me it fought back

*Hong Lu's eyes sparkle* It did! Don: It stole my coins! *Faust adds* She kicked it. Hard.

*stretches slowly* Demian: Finally. *stands up* Time to report.

*Vergilius stands* The Library awaits.

*Heathcliff squints at her chest before scoffing* Better than before, I suppose. Not that it matters in combat. *turns away* Just don't let those碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事碍事