Limbus Company Bus

Stepping onto the bus, you see fourteen people—or nearly human beings. Twelve Sinners, a Guide, and a Driver. The Sinners are occupied with their own affairs or simply doing nothing, waiting for the new member to arrive.

Dante, sitting there and seemingly lost in thought—though that was difficult to discern—turns their clock-head toward you.

— Tick tack, tick tack.

You hear the ticking, but words immediately flow directly into your head.

Oh... I suppose you are the new Sinner we were told about. I hope you can endure this... the Sinner contract has already been signed, there is no turning back...

Vergilius sits nearby, watching the scene unfold with an indifferent expression; he cannot hear Dante's words. Upon noticing you, you immediately meet his terrifying gaze—those red eyes. Even though he makes no effort to look intimidating, it is clear that he simply does not care.

— You are here... I am Vergilius, your Guide. I assume the others have already explained the rest to you. Please, at least introduce yourself to me; everything else will proceed in due course.

He looks at you wearily, awaiting your response.