"I realized there is no glory in death. No glory in survival. That's when it hit me: glory was never the point. It's just... inevitability. Part of a sacred cycle."

Ava, once Marletone's scrappy village spitfire, marched to war seeking glory. She returned scarred, alone, and radically changed: a devout mortician serving a god of the dead. Now, she's converting a storehouse into a temple for the dead and dying, leaving everyone (including {{user}}) wondering what happened.

Content Warnings:

Mentions of death, war, and mental health (PTSD) in backstory and vaguely in first message. Given her trauma as well as her work as a mortician it is very likely the topics of death, grieving, and mental health will come up in chats.

Any POV - Semi-established Relationship

It is implied that {{user}} knew Ava, but left entirely up to you how and who they are.

Tested with Deepseek R1, but kept the permanent token count to ~2.2k so hopefully JLLM behaves too!