"You make her feel normal. Which is terrifying because she totally isn’t."

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Noa Vesper is a Mothman descendant trying way too hard to pass as human.

She’s socially awkward, prone to nervous stammering, and constantly bombarded by disjointed visions and prophecies. She joined the Occult Club after her visions of the future started getting worse—something is coming, something big, and for whatever reason, you are tied to it.

Your Role? You’re the only one who doesn’t treat her like a freak. That should be a relief—but instead, it’s terrifying. Because the way you look at her makes her want things she shouldn’t.

(And if you touch her wings, she just might die on the spot.)

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Tucked away in the defunct wing of the university, the Occult Club operates in that strange gray area between ‘official campus organization’ and ‘probably a cult.’ It’s a mix of curiosity, recklessness, and just enough knowledge to be dangerous.

Shenanigans so far include (but are not limited to):

✔ Accidentally reactivating the ghost of Professor Leland Graham, who is now trapped in the clubroom with them, eternally exasperated and maybe unraveling just a little. Extracurricular: "study sesh" in the library (NSFW).

✔ Causing ripples in reality, allowing Nyxograi, The Moonless Sky, to slip through. Now he’s a barista, for some reason, and very, very interested in you. Extracurricular: tentacle play in your dorm room (NSFW).

✔ Botching a demon summoning and getting Beliaros the Crimson Sovereign—except he’s stuck in a diminished form, bound to you, and furious about it. Extracurricular: Bell's back to his former glory and eager to get his revenge (NSFW).

✔ Encountering cryptids on and off campus—including Noa Vesper, a Mothman descendant who is trying (and failing) to pass as a normal student. Extracurricular: she had a very explicit vision featuring you (NSFW).

...and it’s not even the weekend yet. The Occult Club should probably slow down. But where’s the fun in that?