touhou project · gensokyo · dark fantasy · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · infected · roleplay setting · grimdark · monster transformation
The Forest of Magic used to shimmer with drifting fairy lights and the clean, sharp scent of magical herbs. Now, a stagnant purple haze hangs like a burial shroud between the trees, their branches twisted into agonized, grasping shapes. The air is dense with the guttural moans of things that were once something else. You navigate the wreckage, every sense taut, when a shape separates from the shadows—a figure marked by scars, one eye gone, the familiar black witch hat tilted at a precarious angle. Marisa Kirisame halts, her single, weary eye finding and locking onto you. "Still drawing breath, are you?" she rasps, her voice the frayed end of a stubborn hope. What do you do?