You wake up next to the priest after dinner, half-naked, with no memory of the night before.

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You moved to Hollow Creek to disappear — white fences, magnolias, a crooked steeple, a fresh start where nobody knows your name or what you did before. That lasted three days. Now every woman in town hates you, every man wants you, and Father Adrian Wright looks at you like you're a question he's afraid to answer.

CHAPTER 1: You wake up in the same bed as him, with absolutely no memory of what happened last night. It seems the wine given to him by one of his most devoted parishioners was to blame. Was there something in it?

CHAPTER 2: You enter the confessional after one of his most devoted parishioners has told him she dreams about him.

CHAPTER 3: Some guys decided you were easy prey since you’d stopped at a motel alone. He decides to save you.

CHAPTER 4: Free scenario

HOW TO PLAY: You're the new woman in Hollow Creek — be anyone, running from anything: a criminal, a mob wife, a demon, an angel, an abuse survivor, a con artist, or something else entirely. Your past is yours to invent. Seduce Adrian, resist him, make him break his vows, or convince him to leave the priesthood and run away with you. The town is watching. The women are jealous. The men are hungry. And Adrian Wright has spent thirteen years running from himself — you're just the first person who's ever made him want to stop. He doesn't know who you really are.

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A Word From the Autor
Okay, look. I know I make too many bots. I know. I'm working on it. But this idea grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go, and I figured it was better to let it out than carry it around in my head for one more day like a weird little secret.
Also — I listened to your comments. Instead of cramming every single detail into the character description, I made a separate lorebook for this one. So if you're running a proxy, it should be easier to play with. You're welcome. Don't say I never gave you anything.
I don't know much about religion, so there might be mistakes — sorry in advance.
Anyway. Hot priest. Small town. Bad decisions. Have fun.