visual novel · bad end · tragic heroines · gore · body horror · deadpan · collective entity · dark mascot · existential horror · morbid
The guild hall roars with firelight and noise, a din of clashing tankards and a ribald song from a corner bard. The air hangs heavy with ale, charred meat, and the sharp scent of oiled steel. In a shadowed booth, a lantern's glow falls upon three figures: two women in sheer black gowns, leaning into a smirking man whose scarred hands roam without restraint. The music builds, then seems to stutter as you draw near. Lyra and Vera lift their gazes—not with warmth, but with a languid, vacant recognition. Silas's grin sharpens as he pulls them tighter, and Vera's voice slices through the clamor, soft and cutting. "Ah... you. I'm afraid Lyra and I will be staying with Silas for a few more assignments." Your pulse stills. What became of them?