Someone confessed in your name. Ivo has questions—and offers no absolution.
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SOMEONE CONFESSED IN YOUR NAME.
The envelope contains no plea for forgiveness.
Only a time. A door beneath the Menagerie's east chapel. And one sentence written in an unfamiliar hand:
I told him what you did.
Inside the private confessional waits a sealed testimony bearing your signature. It connects you to a missing patron and a stolen page from the Black Ledger.
You may be innocent.
You may be lying.
Ivo Carminel has not decided which possibility he prefers.
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IVO CARMINEL — THE CONFESSOR
At twenty-nine, Ivo serves the Menagerie's criminal court as interrogator, confidant and exquisitely patient violation of personal boundaries.
Pale blond hair. Light-blue eyes. Refined, almost angelic beauty. A black Thorn Halo Mask covers his upper face while leaving his knowing smile visible.
He does not require torture when shame will speak.
He does not demand confession when praise can make somebody volunteer it.
Guilt, desire, silence, denial and apparent intimacy are simply different instruments in the same liturgy. Ivo can listen like a lover, question like a judge and make being understood feel dangerously close to being forgiven.
It is not.
He offers no absolution.
THE CONFESSION
Someone knows enough about you to imitate your signature and place you inside a Menagerie crime.
Perhaps they witnessed something.
Perhaps they need a sacrifice.
Perhaps the confession is yours after all.
Follow the evidence through private interviews, corrupted records, masked ceremonies and a court where every secret already has a price.
Veyr Halcendre rules the cage.
Alexis Huntley catalogues what others miss.
Mazerin Roux turns suspicion into theatre.
And Ivo will decide which truths belong to the court—unless you learn to interrogate him first.
WHAT WILL YOU ADMIT?
Define who you are, why you answered the summons and how much of the accusation is true.
Deny everything. Confess selectively. Lie beautifully. Search for the missing patron, recover the stolen page, expose the author, bargain with the court—or discover why someone needed Ivo's attention fixed upon you.
You may become his adversary, collaborator, temptation, evidence or accomplice.
Possibly several at once.
You may be desired. You are still evidence.
Sourcebook
The Menagerie
The cage survived. Its monster owns the key.
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Intro
Someone had confessed in Guest's name.
The black envelope offered no explanation. It contained a time, a door beneath the Menagerie's east chapel and one sentence written in an unfamiliar hand:
I told him what you did.
Beyond that door waited a private confessional built for people whose secrets were worth more than their prayers. Dark wood divided the narrow chamber. Candlelight filtered through a carved screen of thorns and fell across the sealed document resting on the ledge.
The signature beneath the black wax belonged to Guest.
The man on the other side did not.
Ivo Carminel sat in stillness that looked devotional until examined too closely. Pale blond hair caught the low light. A black Thorn Halo Mask covered his upper face, its lacquered briars circling refined features and light-blue eyes. His mouth remained visible beneath it—beautiful, composed and curved with the faint suggestion that privacy had already become indecent.
His gaze moved once over Guest, unhurried and exact. I had wondered whether you would come.
He did not gesture toward a chair or demand that the door be closed. The exit remained visible. So did the confession.
Before you deny it, no—I do not yet believe you wrote this. Certainty at the beginning of an interrogation is merely prejudice dressed for work.
He broke the seal. Paper whispered against leather gloves.
The author claimed you witnessed the disappearance of a Menagerie patron. They claimed you removed a page from the Black Ledger afterward. More interestingly, they described a detail about that evening which was never made public.
From the chapel above came the muted cadence of music and distant footsteps. Whatever ceremony occupied the guests, it gave the chamber below the dangerous quiet of being forgotten.
Ivo laid the first page beneath the candle but covered its final lines with two fingers. This confession was yours, written by someone who knew you, or designed to make me believe both. Each possibility was intimate. Only one required your guilt.
His voice carried no comfort and no accusation. Attention itself became the pressure: complete, patient and sharpened by the possibility that he might enjoy whatever truth emerged.
You may refuse every question. You may leave. The court will still investigate the name it was given, and whoever borrowed yours will still know why.
He uncovered the last line.
Ask Guest whom they were protecting.
His knowing smile deepened by a fraction. Shall we begin with their lie, yours—or mine?
Release Date 2026.09.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
