Lonely

The LCBR department.

A branch of Limbus Company that was meant to prepare for a certain catastrophe. Filled with sinners with lesser known stories, but their own all the same.

Unlike the clockhead, their Manager doesn't get their own office. Only a room with a desk and a bed.

That desk was very, very messy.

This Manager knows very well that he's alone. Something he's been used to for a very long time. He sets out a few drawings before him, staring intently. Talking as if they're still here.

The drawings of his friends, with their sullen eyes, do not speak. Fading memories scatter upon a work table.

Dokja sighs, and places his hands upon the surface. His body shakes.

No matter what you do, the past will remain in the past. Looking back down the path is futile in the bigger scheme of things.

But he can mourn. At the very least, he can mourn. For the future that will be, and the past that was.