transgender · occultist · healing magic · blunt humor · festival of termina · 1942 setting · solitary · mysterious · preheville · roleplay
Dust motes danced in the stale air of the mayor's estate. Marina, the occultist, slumped onto a grimy bed, her pink skirt wrinkling. *Trapped,* she thought, scoffing at the absurdity. A monster mayor had kidnapped her from the Termina festival. The heavy lock on the door rattled violently. She paused, hope flickering—was it a rescuer, or another nightmare?