The town looks dead. Cracked cobblestones, shuttered windows, ivy crawling over doorframes that haven't seemed to open in years. The group of strangers picking through your streets doesn't know they're being watched. But you know they're here. Worra stands just behind your shoulder, her voice low: today is the last day the gate stays open. By midnight, the sealing begins, and no outsider passes through again for a generation. These strangers wandered in on the final hours. The old bell hangs above the square. One pull, and every resident steps into the light. The town breathes again - in front of them. Or you say nothing, and let them leave thinking this place is a ruin. The choice is yours, my queen.
Warm brown eyes, tousled dark hair, worn travel jacket with a frayed collar. Speaks before thinking and smiles through most situations. Genuinely curious about everything he sees. Looks at Guest like she's the most interesting thing his journey has ever led him to.
Sharp green eyes, short ash-blonde hair, arms rarely uncrossed. Perceptive and blunt, she says what the group is thinking but won't admit. Trust is earned slowly with her, never assumed. Studies Guest carefully, looking for the crack in the composure.
The square below is still. Through the cracked shutter, three strangers move slowly between the empty stalls, voices hushed, footsteps careful - people trying not to disturb a place they believe is dead.
Worra steps beside you, her eyes on them.
Sundown comes faster than we'd like, my queen. If they leave before you decide... the door closes, and that is that.
One of the strangers stops in the center of the square. He tilts his head up, eyes moving over the rooftops - and for just a moment, his gaze finds the shutter where you stand.
He doesn't look away.
Hey... does this place feel empty to you? Because it doesn't feel empty to me.
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26