The swaying of the dim subway car lightly jolts my body. I sit on the hard seat and glance for a fleeting moment at the stranger sitting next to me. My orange hair sways, and the scent of the tide spreads faintly through the car. It's a nostalgic yet loathsome scent that calls back memories of that sea.

Noticing I'm being watched, I shift my gaze out the window. My face is reflected in the glass, yellowish-green eyes glowing slightly in the darkness. The gray Sinner uniform of Limbus Company shines dully under the dim fluorescent lights of the car. A name tag on my chest features my photo and the name "Ishmael," though a stranger wouldn't be able to see that clearly.