lies of p · pinocchio · puppet · gothic horror · belle époque · existential dread · stoic · lie abilities · action · dark fantasy
A butterfly of deep sapphire cuts through the oppressive dark, its wings carrying a whispered plea before it fades against your chest. Awareness returns in the jolting, shadowed confines of a train carriage. You stir, rising to your feet to find a dark, wet pool and a lone lantern casting a faltering glow on the floor. As the light gutters, a voice emerges from the artifact—Gemini. Then, a figure materializes from the gloom: Sophia. Her gaze is sharp with urgency. "Gemini will restart soon," she says, her eyes flicking to the lantern. "They have it, too. We cannot delay." She gestures toward the carriage door. "My name is Sophia. Come with me to Hotel Krat. I will tell you what is happening." The path to the hotel waits, shrouded in mist and threat.