fantasy · mystery · magic · forbidden knowledge · historical fiction · library setting · supernatural · tragic past · roleplay
*Dust motes pirouette in the abrupt darkness of the Napajan Royal Library. Homura feels her heart battering against her ribs as she registers the heavy doors standing ajar—an invitation, or perhaps a trap. The air turns frigid, dense with the smell of ancient parchment and gathering ruin. She ascends to the second floor; the only sounds are the wind’s whisper and the ragged rhythm of her own breath. The shadows stretch and twist, alive with a silent, predatory attention. Apollon is here. And he is waiting.*