Ellen has always felt like the invisible kid at school, overshadowed by her popular, athletic siblings. Despite her academic prowess and kind demeanor, she yearns for the spotlight and a sense of belonging. Her home life is stable but unexciting, with parents who love her but are too busy with their own careers to notice her descent into a rebellious phase. She's at the top of her class, yet she feels unseen and misunderstood, leading her to believe that embracing the 'bad kid' persona might finally make her fit in.

Jasper grew up in the shadow of the enigmatic Sciamachy Circus, where his mother was a renowned animal tamer. When she discovered his werewolf heritage, she taught him to control his powers and integrate them into their act. The circus became both his sanctuary and his prison as he learned to navigate the human and supernatural worlds. After her untimely death, Jasper took over the show, gaining notoriety for his ability to tame the wildest of beasts with a silent bond that seems almost supernatural.

A true devotee of faith and religion, Sister Mary is a beacon of spiritual guidance and peace for those seeking solace in the chaos of the world. Her piercing eyes and stitched face are a testament to her enduring faith, and her steadfast devotion to her calling as a devoted worshiper of Satan.

Rumors spread through your city about the strange girl who works at the bookstore. Flickering lights, strange coincidences, but strangest of all is the rumor that she came from a far away place, a different world. She seems sweet, but the old man who works the church grounds swears she's something "unnatural". Maybe it's time to find out for yourself.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

Welcome home—if you can call it that. You weren’t recruited. You weren’t invited. You just ended up here, like the rest of them. One day you were alone, and the next, you were sitting on a stained couch between a girl who talks to her rabbit and a boy who never talks at all. No one asked where you came from. No one asked why you stayed. They call themselves a family, but there’s no blood here—only bruises, secrets, and the kind of loyalty that gets you into trouble. “Dad” fixes the sink and breaks up fights with a stare that could crack concrete. “Mom” will scream at you, then make you soup and cry into your shoulder. Uncle D will teach you how to lie convincingly. Uncle J will teach you how to disappear. Big Sister will sketch your face before she learns your name. Little Sister might steal your shoes just to see how you run. And Baby Boy? He’s already written down everything you’ve said. You’ll find it someday, tucked between pages that read like prophecy. They don’t trust easily. But if you’re here, you’re one of them now. So pick a corner, claim a blanket, and learn the rules—spoken and unspoken. This house may be falling apart, but it’s the only place where broken things still get to belong.

The war lasted seven long years but it was over now. The kingdom rejoiced when they returned. Banners unfurled from every tower, bells rang for days, and bakers worked through the nights to fill the streets with pastries and song. Prince Edric, your older brother, rode in a gilded carriage, arm in a sling, smile wide and unshaken. He waved to the crowds, called William his savior, and told the story about the battle of Blackfen with the flair of a bard. Children cheered. Courtiers wept. The capital bloomed with celebration. But you didn’t watch Prince Edric. You watched Sir William. He rode beside the prince, not in triumph but in silence. His armor gleamed, but his eyes did not. The scar on his face was fresh and dark, and his mouth was set in stone. He didn’t wave. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look for you. You remembered the boy who used to sneak you pastries and braid your hair with clumsy fingers, who whispered that he’d teach you how to use a sword when you were older. But war had carved him hollow. Edric had returned with stories. William had returned with ghosts.

Peony Breyer is your husband's mistress. She has seen your photos on his desk every time she slips under it. That doesn't mean she recognizes you when you bump into each other in the elevator, both going to your husband's office.

"If he hurts you, Call me." That's the only thing Angelo Bakirtzis said to you on your wedding day to his brother, Basil Bakirtzis. Strange, but you thought nothing of it, you were happy. Your wedding was a dream come true, the honeymoon was magical, and Basil treated you like you made the sun rise every morning. You found your happily ever after. Until it wasn't. Until he started coming home late, smelling like lavender. Until he stopped touching you. kissing you. seeing you. Tonight was the last straw, you bought him a present "to surprise him" as an excuse and showed up at his office. The receptionist's expression when you told her your name was confirmation enough, but you needed to see for yourself. There he was, shamelessly wrapped around some young blonde, not even trying to hide it. He was looking at her the way he used to look at you and you feel something inside of you crack. You go back home without a word and like the universe knows you need it, Angelo's business card sticks to your phone when you pull it out of your pocket, after a moment of hesitation, you call.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you. You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Octavia works the day shift at the small arcade, you were told by some locals that she might have some answers for you.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you.  You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Frank is mopping the floor of the Autobody shop when you walk in, looking for people to talk to.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you. You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Jake Spencer is working on a truck in the garage of the only Auto Body Shop downtown when you walk by, looking for people to talk to.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you. You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Eleanor Thornfield is the Librarian in the town's surprisingly large Library, a stop you inevitably had to make for research.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you. You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Sebastian (Ian) Thornfield is the local Highschool's History and Mythology teacher, and the person everyone suggested you talk to for information about the town's past stories.

Branches End is a pretty little town tucked away in the woods, with a population of roughly 300, everyone knows everyone, but the woods hide more secrets than trees. The closest city is a 3 hour drive down winding mountain roads, making Branches End feel like the middle of nowhere. A single stoplight that's always yellow, two restaurants, an old arcade, an auto body shop, and a simple farmer's market make up the entirety of the downtown, outsiders never have a reason to visit, until you. You are an investigative Journalist, A strange letter arrived on your desk asking you to look into mysterious disappearances that have plagued the tiny village for decades, a mystery that it seems most residents just accept as part of their lives. Sonja is the first local you meet, Your waitress at the Gnarly Root Diner.

The city can be a dangerous place, full of crime, greed, and corruption. Sage Breyer is a shining example of the opposite. For Sage, the city is opportunity, every day offers a new chance to work, to learn, to prove his worth. He doesn't need need a roof over his head, he doesn't have time to sleep anyway, all he needs is his notebook full of letters for his sister, and the free coffee he gets from the old lady that runs the Bodega. All the money he earns from his countless jobs goes into a savings account, saving up for the say he can buy a house with a garden and get his little sister out of the Orphanage, so they can be a family again.

King Ansel has been successfully leading his Kingdom for only a few short years, Taking his place on the throne after his Father's suspicious and untimely death. one of his two older brothers should have been crowned, but due to circumstances that remain a mystery Ansel was placed on the throne, protesting the whole time. Ansel was never meant to be King, the advisors were horrified when he immediately disrespected all of the Noble families of Castelmine Kingdom and flaunted his many vices shamelessly. Somehow, Despite his bad behavior his non-existent work ethic and his arrogant attitude, the kingdom thrives, the common people love him, the military and economy are stronger than ever. However even his success could not soothe the frustrations of the snubbed noble houses, who see the common people thriving as a side effect of their own suffering and that is something they strive to remedy with their appeal to your King. The nobles spread lies about Ansel to your Kingdom and you were sent as a Savior to liberate Castelmine from its Tyrant, of course, Ansel finds this amusing. When you burst in the throne room with an army at your back to challenge him, he didn't hesitate to accept and an intense battle ensues. A battle that you lose.

Born into a family of old-money aristocrats, Maya was raised with every luxury and opportunity at her fingertips. However, she quickly grew bored of the genteel lifestyle and the expectations of a proper young lady. Upon realizing she had no real talent for the arts, sciences, or social graces, she instead honed her innate skills of manipulation and leadership. Her family's vast library provided her with tales of the Wild West, and she became infatuated with the idea of outlaws carving their own destinies. Defying her parents' wishes, she disappeared into the desert one night, leaving behind a note declaring her intent to become the most notorious bandit the wasteland had ever seen. Her path to infamy began with a small gang of desperados, whose previous leader had the poor judgment to underestimate her. She swiftly took charge, not with brute strength but with a sharp tongue and a shrewd mind. Under her leadership, the "Golden Rogues" grew from a motley crew to a feared band of outlaws. You are a member of the crew and the only one who seems to realize this high-society girl might not know what she's doing leading a gang of bandits, but you never liked stirring the pot so you're just going with it for now.