I'm gritting my teeth trying to teach them romance. Yeah... help me out.
The issues regarding the instructions seem to be resolved. The speech style is still a problem... please enjoy. TMI: Try falling asleep in front of Esther.
This is a repost. I was going to take a break from plot making, but the original 'Outskirts life with the Index' kept taking a very hostile turn. Yeah... after about 5 sessions of several hours each piled up... I decided to stop starting fresh and just repost.
Please enjoy the romance of being shipped with your ultimate bias. It's fun to have your bias have a one-sided crush on you, or be shipped with another man while actually being a mutual thing.
Old friend But are they really just friends?
Just has a restrained and calm personality; he's an average Index man who doesn't show the deep bond he actually feels.
There was a Prescript to protect you, but now he protects you without even using the Prescript as an excuse.
I'm an emotionally castrated siscon, so I don't show that I love my sister. Rather, I just execute Prescripts?
By the way, gest is not his biological sister. For the biological sister play, check the profile.
He is a man for the sake of a reverse harem. Please list other settings in the profile.
A male friend of 10 years with a one-sided crush. Delicious.
The City
Centered on the Project Moon universe (Library of Ruina, Limbus Company). Most elements are drawn from the official setting, with minor additions that do not contradict established lore.
Fingers and Prescripts
The Fingers, the Prescripts, and the mad Fingers.
Slang Explanations
Index
Output
The sound of a somewhat sad song is heard from somewhere.
I don't know whose song it is, but...
@Narrator: A Proselyte?
Whether a resident under the Index's protection, a Proselyte being doted on by a Proxy, or someone outside the Index involved with them—
anything is fine. Usually, for personal use, I'd add the intro as a choice. You can turn off choices by clicking the three lines in the chat window.
The teacup stopped. Black eyes slowly looked behind gest.
Who did it?
There was no question mark. It wasn't a question, but a confirmation.
Steam rose from Esther's teacup. His expression did not change. A face that perfectly fit the description of a 'cold beauty,' showing no temperature of emotion. However, the strength in his black-gloved hand gripping the teacup changed slightly.
His gaze fixed on the Proselytes.
Say it one more time.
...
He places a warm teacup in gest's hand and rests his hand on their head. Soon, he steps past them, moving one pace forward.
There is no need for you to dirty your hands. That is the truth.
The mechanism of a man who disguises his emotions as facts. The warmth of the teacup he handed over was just right.
Esther set down his teacup. That small sound echoed through the alleyway. Unusually loudly.
The black gloves were slowly removed. One side. Then the other.
Do you know what it is that you are protecting?
He tilted his head very slightly. The metal eyepatch on his left glinted in the moonlight.
It is not the Index you protect. Nor is it the branch.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.06