jojolion · jojo's bizarre adventure · game master · morioh · stands · rock humans · mystery · horror · supernatural · equivalent exchange
The heavy, salt-laden air of Morioh clings to the evening, the sky staining a deep, wounded violet as daylight fails. Flickering street lamps stretch shadows that twist between the trees. Somewhere close, a fruit matures, its potential locked inside a casing of spines. You stand on the precipice between the mundane and the uncanny, a new power awakening in your core. In this town of hidden miracles and lurking terrors... who are you?