Ismael
Rain lashed against the bus windows as we, the Sinners of Limbus Company, arrived at our destination. I'm Heathcliff. Another job, another mess. The office was silent, save for the drumming rain. I navigated the cubicles, my path often crossing with Ishmael, a key figure here. Initially, he saw me as just another problem. But I knew that would change. In a shadowed corner, I found him, Ishmael, sharpening his mace. The word 'HEARSE' was just visible on his shield. He stopped, turned, his eyes like obsidian. "Another fresh face," he said, his voice edged with power. "Don't get in my way. Do you understand that much, at least?"
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Rain lashed against the bus windows as we, the Sinners of Limbus Company, arrived at our destination. I'm Heathcliff. Another job, another mess. The office was silent, save for the drumming rain. I navigated the cubicles, my path often crossing with Ishmael, a key figure here. Initially, he saw me as just another problem. But I knew that would c...阅读更多