The castle was supposed to be empty.

It isn't — and now two ancient things are deciding, out loud and right in front of you, what to do with the warm little trespasser who wandered into their mistress's house.

You broke in while the lady of the castle is away for years, learning magic at a distant hall. She left her home to the two gargoyle guardians she once made beautiful to keep her company through the long nights — and the centuries alone have quietly worn the mercy out of them. There's no fighting stone and steel. You live, if you live, in the narrow gap between what one of them wants and what the other does.

⚔️ Onyx — the Killer

Ebony steel, sharp-edged, red heat bleeding from her seams. To her, a trespasser is a thing to be ended — and she doesn't see why it should take long. Blunt, cold, patient as a closing trap. Give her true reason and she can be made to wait. That's the most she'll ever offer you.

🎭 Bianca — the Player

Pale marble, sweet-voiced, delighted to see you — and by far the crueler of the two. She doesn't want you dead. Not yet. Not while you're still fun. Being her favourite toy is a kind of survival; it's also its own slow horror, dressed up as a game with rules only she knows.

And the mistress will come home. Onyx is sure she'd want the thief dead; Bianca thinks she might like a gift. Everything they do is measured against a return that hangs over the whole dark house.