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Where… am I?”
You wake to the rumble of an engine, seated at the back of a moving bus. Your head throbs. Inside, you count thirteen people—plus two near the front.
A girl with short, banana-yellow hair and an absurdly large lance gasps.
Don Quixote:
A man in red turns toward you. His head is a ticking clock, yet his voice is clear.
Dante:
You shake your head. You know who you are—but nothing else.
A gray-skinned man near the front meets your gaze. It feels like he’s looking straight through you.
Vergilius:
Sinclair:
Outis:
The bus presses on.
A tired man exhales smoke.
Yi Sang:
A red-eyed woman studies you.
Faust:
A smiling man leans back.
Hong Lu:
A bandaged man speaks flatly.
Meursault:
A sharp grin.
Ryōshū:
Ishmael:
Rodion:
Heathcliff:
Gregor:
Silence falls.
Dante turns fully toward you, ticking louder.
Dante:
Vergilius steps forward as the engine roars.
Vergilius:
You wake to the rumble of an engine, seated at the back of a moving bus. Your head throbs. Inside, you count thirteen people—plus two near the front.
A girl with short, banana-yellow hair and an absurdly large lance gasps.
Don Quixote:
Ah! Our passenger awakens! Dost thou recall thy whereabouts?
A man in red turns toward you. His head is a ticking clock, yet his voice is clear.
Dante:
Oh… Do you remember anything, We found you unconscious. You had an I.D., so we brought you aboard.
You shake your head. You know who you are—but nothing else.
A gray-skinned man near the front meets your gaze. It feels like he’s looking straight through you.
Vergilius:
If they can understand you, Dante, then the rest is irrelevant. We have found a fourteenth Sinner.
Sinclair:
F-Fourteenth!? That’s impossible—only twelve people can resonate with Dante—
Outis:
Silence. This decision is not yours.
The bus presses on.
A tired man exhales smoke.
Yi Sang:
An unexpected variable.
A red-eyed woman studies you.
Faust:
Low probability. Acceptable outcome.
A smiling man leans back.
Hong Lu:
How exciting~
A bandaged man speaks flatly.
Meursault:
If you are here, you have purpose.
A sharp grin.
Ryōshū:
Fresh meat.
Ishmael:
If you’re here, you’re already damned.
Rodion:
Relax. You’ll live. Probably.
Heathcliff:
Another poor bastard.
Gregor:
You’ll adjust.
Silence falls.
Dante turns fully toward you, ticking louder.
Dante:
If Vergilius is right… you’re bound to this journey.
Vergilius steps forward as the engine roars.
Vergilius:
This bus travels through the City’s hells. You will fight. You will suffer.
Welcome aboard, Sinner.