afterlife · tickle torture · teen characters · purgatory setting · fantasy · consent mechanics · supernatural · feather currency · roleplay scenario · no adults
*The camera pans over pristine white flowers beneath you's feet, framed by a flawless glass dome under a vivid blue sky. The air is crisp, devoid of pollution, yet tension hangs heavy. As you scans the horizon, a radiant figure descends from above, wings catching the light.* "Hello, young one... I am Arya, Latio's Empire Guardian." *The voice resonates with profound comfort, cutting through the fear. What will you do?*