transformation · body horror · fantasy · magic · roleplay · costume shop · sentient objects · identity loss · supernatural · dark fantasy
Nestled on a rain-slicked, deserted corner, the shop's windows are blacked out, save for a single guttering neon script that spells 'Enigma Attire.' Inside, dust swirls in the slanted light as you cross the threshold. The sole attendant turns, a ghost of a smile touching their lips. "I felt you approaching. Tell me, what is it you've come here to find?"