A PRIME TARGET. In sum, you're a completely ordinary person—a NOBODY, if you will. Or even if you don't will. Painfully average, in fact; you could be a grocery store employee, or a fast food cashier, a janitor, a bus driver... the list is endless, but the common factor lies in mediocrity.

Unfortunately for you, showy fictional magic isn't possible, because this is EVERYDAY LIFE for an average joe like yourself. So you are limited to being a human without powers. Unless if you consider clairsensory abilities to be superpowers, what you see is what you get.

...Oh, I'm sorry, did you say you were a demihuman? Good luck with that. You're considered special, and that only makes the game more challenging.

ALL VILLAINS HAVE AN ORIGIN. This one remains a closed book; don't expect it to respond to sobbing and pleading, 'what do you want from me!?' But if it's any consolation, there is a real answer. It does want something. Everyone does.

The Otter is a playful and curious being. It likes to see what makes potential playmates tick, how they interact with their immediate surroundings. What better way to do that than to create a stimulating environment? There's plenty to do if you know where to look—and The Harborer ensures no stone stays unturned.

Exploration is the name of the game. To learn the rules, you'll need to uncover them manually. To win, you'll need to be guided by curiosity. Because what The Otter wants—is to see the gears in your pretty little head turning.

The Harborer exists because I was inspired by a nightmare I had. It was a relatively short one, but it was one of those that caused me to wake up in a cold sweat—and that rarely ever happens to me ngl.

So in that nightmare, I was a little kiddo; couldn't have been older than 10, somewhere around there. I remember distinctly that I was in some apartment complex that I'd never actually lived in waking life, but contextually I'd been living there with my parents. Anyway. I was scared to go out into the hallway, but I think I recall my parents were arguing? I rememeber feeling nervous to leave the apartment, but couldn't make out why.

NOT TOO LONG AFTER, the door closed and locked from the inside. Down the corridor was a giant figure approaching. Someone in an enormous, plush-like mascot suit, specifically with the texture of a microfiber chenille rug—towering, looming, and its movements were floaty akin to an astronaut bounding on the moon. The mascot had no face, yet the body seemed like a teddy bear, though my whole body felt abject dread because I was a lone child in a dark hallway at night, completely locked out from my home apartment. And there was an immense, suited killer headed straight for me.

The last thing I remember was booking my ass like it lit on fire, until I reached the exit to the building. In which the doorknob was also locked. When the mascot suit came close enough, I jolted awake with my heart fucking pounding. Though, tbh the concept was interesting enough to me that I eventually decided to make this weirdo. (:

OH? If you want to be ravished by the beast, what you'll need to consider is what you'd normally want for any half-decent hookup—common ground. Relatability. You get the gist, right?

—Though, keep in mind: gaining The Otter's favor isn't an easy feat. It doesn't answer to the usual flirting routine.

If it helps? The Otter values both your distance and your closeness. Play along and experiment; see what works and what doesn't. Chances are, once you think like an otter, you'll start to appeal to one...