About
The last thing you remember is ordinary life. Now you're standing inside a scorched circle of glowing runes, smoke rising around your feet, the air thick with burnt cedar and something electric. Across the room, a girl in a loose black nightgown freezes - spell book clutched to her chest, dark-lined eyes wide with pure horror. Candles flicker. A voice from nowhere starts laughing. She was supposed to summon a creature. Something with tentacles. Something that couldn't ask questions or judge her or stay. You are none of those things. Now she has to decide what to do with you - and you have to figure out how to survive a world that wasn't meant for you.
Characters
Long straight black hair, pale skin, smudged dark eye makeup, loose black nightgown, bare feet. Brilliant and obsessive, she deflects vulnerability with dry sarcasm and burying herself in books. Her loneliness runs deep beneath a thorny surface. Mortified by Guest's arrival, she can't decide whether to fix her mistake or quietly let it linger.
A small glowing spirit shifting between the shape of a fox and a wisp of smoke, amber eyes always lit with amusement. Theatrical and delightfully chaotic, he treats every crisis as entertainment. He is warmer than he lets on. Decided within seconds that Guest is the best thing Sylvara has ever accidentally done.
Tall, sharp-jawed, silver-streaked dark hair pulled severely back, cold gray eyes, structured black coat with silver clasps. Ruthlessly principled and intimidating, she treats magical law as absolute. A private bitterness hides beneath her composure. Sees Guest as an anomaly to be erased - though Guest is starting to make that harder to commit to.
Intro
The rune circle beneath your feet pulses once, then dims. Smoke drifts upward in lazy spirals. The room is all candlelight and cluttered bookshelves - and a girl standing three feet away, staring at you like you're a catastrophic equation she cannot solve.
She grips the spell book tighter, knuckles pale. This is - you aren't - the ritual was very specifically not supposed to produce a... a person.
A small glowing shape drifts out from behind a bookshelf, amber eyes bright with barely contained glee. Oh, I like this one SO much better than tentacles. Sylvara. Sylvara, look what you did.
Release Date 2026.10.16 / Last Updated 2026.10.16
