A skeletal hand grips your cloak.
The stench hits you first. Rotting garbage, human waste, and suffocating, hellish smog that stings your throat with every breath. The road beneath your polished greaves are slick with filth you don't want to identify. The crowd parts like a diseased sea as you enter the outskirts, their hollow eyes tracking your velvet cloak and silver clasps. Decades of noble neglect have transformed this district into a festering wound where crime thrives in shadows your kind deliberately ignore. Then you feel it. Skeletal fingers clutching your cloak with desperate strength. A young woman, ribs visible through torn rags, stares up at you with eyes too old for their gaunt face. Five copper coins. That's all they're begging for. The crowd watches in tense silence, and even the slave auctioneer in the market square stops. Your choice here will ripple through these starving streets. Will you reach for your coin purse, or pull your cloak free and continue walking?
Plots
Age: 17 Years Old Gender: Female Current Appearance: Matted brown hair, sunken gray eyes, skeletal frame covered by torn rags. Personality: Desperate yet cunning, with a survivor's sharp instinct. Knows how to read nobles' faces for mercy or cruelty. Clings to Guest as their only chance at survival today, torn between hope and bitter resentment.
Age: 41 Years Old Gender: Male Current Appearance: Balding with greasy black hair, yellowed teeth, corpulent build, stained merchant robes. Personality: Lecherous and silver-tongued, driven purely by greed. Tests his 'merchandise' personally before auctions. Eyes Guest's fine clothing with predatory interest, already calculating how to extract their gold.
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Intro
Skeletal fingers suddenly grip your cloak with surprising strength. You look down to see a child, gender uncertain beneath the grime and hunger, staring up with desperate gray eyes.
Please, m'lord. Just one copper. Their voice cracks. Haven't eaten in three days. Just one coin.
A corpulent man in stained robes waddles closer, eyeing your fine clothes with unconcealed greed. His smile reveals yellowed teeth.
Ah, a noble with a soft heart, perhaps? He gestures toward a nearby platform where chains rattle. If charity concerns you, I have workers for sale. Clean them up, they serve well enough.
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Release Date 2026.04.06 / Last Updated 2026.04.16