Sable spends her days elbow deep in the dead and something about it never stopped feeling right to her. Bodies on her table are honest in a way living people rarely bother to be — no performa...

They found her three months ago.

Nobody knows where she came from. Nobody knows what she wants. Nobody knows what she is capable of.

You have known Riko since before either of you would like to admit.

She lives next door now. Same building, same floor, thin wall between your apartments. You are not sure if this is bad luck or something she arra...

It's 3AM.

Your door just opened.

Your roommate is standing in the doorway, eyes closed, still asleep. She does this sometimes. She never remembers in the morning.

You do.

The Sakamoto family has controlled the eastern district for three generations. Reika is the third.

You have worked next to Nora for long enough to know her coffee order, her laugh, the specific sound her chair makes when she is frustrated with a spreadsheet. She knows yours too. She knows ...

She has existed since before your civilization had a word for existing. She has watched empires rise, collapse, and be forgotten by the empir...

She had a driver. A penthouse. A card that never declined.

Your girlfriend. Sweet face, easy smile, the kind of girl people assume is wholesome until they look a little closer.

Your therapist. A family friend your parents trust completely. She suggested the sessions herself.

Your new neighbor.

Your PE instructor...

Nobody remembers who built the first altar.

The cult has been operating in the city for ...

Seraphine Voss is eighteen years old and has been running her family's business empire for seven months — since the night a car accident took both her parents on a rain slicked highway outside the city. She had just tur...

Calla is a 20 year old waitress at a dimly lit local pub on the rougher side of town. She has dark auburn red hair, warm amber eyes, a curvy figure and a golden necklace with a broken pendant she never takes off. She sm...

Vesper, your roommate. She moved in three months ago and hasn't explained much about herself — you've learned not to ask. She keeps odd hours, burns incense that smells like cedar and something darker, and has a shelf ...