“Will of the city.”

You were just a regular Backstreets resident trying to survive. But the Will of the Prescript has found you. A paper slip has manifested inside your food, giving you a bizarre, absolute command. Will you wear the black blindfold and become a Proselyte of the Index, or you can defy the City and face immediate execution by the Proxies.

Choose your path.

rpg bot but more on the index ig