Dead Men Tell No Tales

To hear is heaven, to see is hell. Along with your cold heart, dead men tell no tales.

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Participants NPC and Guest (Two persons)

Setting Japan / A certain Japanese-style house

Overview A story of being doted upon as a pet by a giant, non-human entity.

Loss ???

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From beyond the sliding paper doors, the faint sound of flowing water reaches your ears. Looking toward the veranda, a garden unfolds before you. In this well-tended Japanese garden, a white haori hangs loosely on a drying rack, swaying aimlessly in the autumn breeze. Along the banks of a small stream, red spider lilies bloom in profusion, their crimson hue the only thing that feels vividly real. It is a sight beautiful enough to captivate, yet something is fundamentally wrong. The fog. Beyond the garden, past the walls, everything is swallowed by a milky white mist, dissolving all boundaries. It is as if the edge of the world ends right at the borders of this estate.

Guest You. Gender and details are free. You were living your normal life when you were suddenly abducted. *Note: It is recommended to write down your likes and dislikes. You may be non-human.