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LINK CHANGE FOR FINAL PT OF CHAP3

It was brought to my attention that the Patreon link for Chapter Three of the demo has been leaked. On top of that, upon logging into my COGDEMO account, I noticed over three hundred unauthorized clicks.

To remedy this, I’ve decided to test out Moody Ink. From now on, in order to access the demo, you’ll need to be logged into your Patreon account, as this is a paid demo. If you experience any issues at all, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.

I’m hoping that by tomorrow I’ll be able to put this mishap behind me and shift my full focus back to continuing Chapter 4 so I can get it out to you all.

FINAL PT of CHAP3

Enjoy yourselves.

As always, if you spot any grammar issues or coding errors, feel free to send them my way.

It is very important to note that I’ve deleted the old Patreon link and replaced it with a new one, so paid users will need to restart their games.

June 30th Update – Final Part for Chapter 3

What to Expect from This Update:

• Kick Yesenia out of the OH’s courtyard/house — or simply change the password.

• Learn more about Drusilla’s past with Yesenia — and finally get a proper introduction to her character.

• Receive your very first memory shard and an item from your past (???) — Also, get a cryptic message from Umorikai.

• Discover whose body Caitlyn’s soul has entered (Four candidates resonate with her soul).

• Meet your two new servants — learn about their backstories, how they became Lady Anaya's servants, and what they discovered the night the [Surname2] household was mysteriously wiped out.

• Get summoned to the Imperial Palace.

• Be forced into undergoing a memory scan.

• Get into yet another argument with Trysten/Trista, leaving things on a bad note—again.

• Lend a helping hand to a dying Prinx — gain deeper insight into their past, and piece together the information they provide about a mysterious figure who appeared in court a century ago — Who is truly behind Lady Anaya’s death? Was it really Trysten/Trista? Take a breather and enjoy a bowl of noodles — just know you’ll probably lose your appetite — Be left with more questions than answers.

• Kickstart the revenge route tied to Trysten/Trista’s romance.

• Receive the first of many rewards for completing the red-level priority mission.

• Finally bind yourself to the space you inherited — and investigate what’s inside — Learn about the origins of the [Surname2] household.

• And most importantly — because important things should always be said twice — be left with more questions than answers.

I want to go into a bit more detail about something. With the ending of Chapter 3 providing readers with a pivotal moment in the story, this final part is mostly about discovering key information to kickstart the revenge route. It’s designed to open the door for your MC to start investigating — and the quickest way to do that is by getting close to Trysten/Trista.

I also plan to go back and tweak a few earlier chapters, because with your MC returning to school, exams will be introduced — and that means all the lore I’ve been feeding you will come back and bite you in the rear 💁‍♀️. To qualify for the Armistice Competition, you’ll need to pass a written test. World lore information will absolutely have its own dedicated page.

I probably don’t have to say this again — it’s in the disclaimer — but I will: you’ll encounter walls of text, and they’re important. They’re not just filler — every detail matters, so please pay attention.

This chapter will be available to my paid Patreon users next week Monday, late evening, as promised. For public users, the full chapter will drop on the official live date I announced. I’ll also compile everything you need to remember so you can go into the chapter prepared. I’m certain it’ll be worth the wait.

Apologies for going off course — I’m beyond tired. Thank you for your patience and support. 🤧

Word Count Breakdown:

• Unpublished Content: 170,000 words

• Patreon Exclusive Content: 125,000 words

• Public Demo: 85,000 words

End of chap3

I never thought I’d see the *finish command, but today—I finally did. 🤧

I won’t pretend that writing the second part of Chapter 3 wasn’t a struggle, because it absolutely was.

This unpublished section marks a turning point in the story. It opens the gateway to the revenge path, where the MC will uncover a number of secrets—each one more devastating than the last—that will completely shatter their worldview.

Overall, I’d say the scene I struggled with most was the one involving Sascha. I needed to ensure their fake personality came across as genuine enough to convince the MC that they weren’t aware the information they just shared reveals T wasn’t the only one involved in Lady Anaya’s death.

This scene also allowed us to explore a small but significant detail: Sascha’s admission of their blindness—and their ability to perceive the color of a person’s soul.

Tomorrow, I’ll either start Chapter 4 or take a short break before diving in. In the coming week, you can expect a “What to Expect” update detailing what’s included in the new release, as well as my writing plans. I’ll also be answering some asks then.

Thank you all for your continued patience—and please have a beautiful week ahead. 🫶

Isuara PT1

In the year 4690, a famine swept through Nasmar. With supplies running dangerously low, families began selling their children, as the country was desperate to increase its dwindling population. Birth rates had been in decline for years. Isuara was among those sold—to a breeding factory.

As the eldest daughter of a merchant family, Isuara had always been crude, greedy, and vain. She believed without a doubt that she was destined for greatness. Growing up, she’d often hear tales of a poor farmer’s daughter whom a former ruler of Vathilia had fallen in love with. Against all odds, that prince had swept the girl off her feet.

Isuara would always imagine herself in that story—dreaming of a life far from trade stalls and soot. But the day she was sold to the breeding factory, something inside her shattered. Her dreams, her vanity, her hope—broken into a thousand pieces. Because she was still a virgin, blessed with beauty and a soft, wide waist perfect for childbearing, she was marked as a top-tier product. On countless evenings, Isuara sat alone in her tiny room, washing her face with tears.

Then came the year 4691.

One evening, the doors of the breeding factory opened to a mysterious guest. A figure cloaked from head to toe, offering 50,000,000 Riuunea for one night with Isuara. And this person didn’t want just anyone—he wanted a virgin. At first, the owner of the breeding factory was hesitant, as he had planned to offer Isuara to the Emperor as a New Year’s gift. But the figure handed him half the payment as a deposit—25,000,000 Riuunea in crisp, paper notes.

The man began to weigh his options. From the Emperor, he’d receive nothing more than a few words of gratitude—maybe a nod if he was lucky. But this—this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make millions. And so, greed tipped the scale. He took the deal.

The owner of the breeding factory, well aware that Isuara was a rabid animal at the mere mention of serving a guest, had her force-fed a dose of Pnogamis—a drug known to dull the senses while redirecting sensation to a single part of the body, amplifying pressure, pain, or pleasure.

With the keys to Isuara’s room in hand, the figure wasted no time.

He entered, shut the door behind him, and removed his cloak—revealing what he truly was.

Thick, ink-black hair framed his face, topped with a pair of gnarled horns. His mouth stretched wide, lined with teeth so long they reached his shoulders. Most would assume it was high-bottom shoes that gave him such height—but no.

He stood tall because of his hooves.

In the haze of her mind, Isuara could only see this creature approaching her, its length already twitching in response to her voluptuous form lying in the bed.

She wanted to scream. Run. Do anything. But the Pnogamis had taken hold, dulling everything except the heat that bloomed low in her stomach. Her limbs refused to budge. All she could do was writhe, helplessly caught between dread and a hunger she did not fully understand.

That night, Isuara's small bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, soft mewls of pleasure, and grunts and groans from both parties. Throughout it all, the figure was overjoyed because Isuara was an excellent breeding subject.

By morning, a deal had been struck. Isuara wouldn’t be returned just yet. He wanted her… for two more nights.

A decade later, during the first uprising in the eastern province of Nasmar, chaos swept through the streets. Amid the uproar, a fire broke out—and in that fire, Isuara, already in her first trimester, finally escaped the breeding factory.

At the same time, Idor—seeking to test whether Ragriel was worthy of his granddaughter—sent him to quell the rebellion. If successful, Ragriel would be named High Minister of Nasmar and granted an estate of his own. On his journey, he crossed paths with a disheveled woman, who seemed to be fleeing from something or someone. Yet something in his soul stirred. It called to her, and a feeling of possessiveness settled deep in the pit of Ragriel’s stomach.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he decided to help her.

Isuara, however, kept her true circumstances hidden. With the uprising happening in the same area, she spun a careful lie—claiming she was the daughter of a minor official, murdered by the very rebels Ragriel was sent to deal with.

Ragriel believed her. Of course he did. And so he took her in, protective from the start—though at the time, he didn’t quite understand why.

All he knew was her name: Isuara.

Ira

Hundreds of years ago, long before the poisonous fog ravaged the lands of Vathilia, there existed a hidden race known as the Sylvarein.

The Sylvarein—or Sylvas, as some called them—were no ordinary beings. Merely by singing, their voices could resonate with the very soul of a listener, cleansing the body of any corruption or darkness that had taken root. Their songs were not of this world, sung in a language no one alive could decipher.

The man who once ruled all four lands of Vathilia coveted their power. For years, he waged war in an attempt to force the Sylvarein into submission. But none could find their home—hidden deep within the land and protected by a barrier that shielded it from the eyes of the world.

It was said that to enter Sylvarein territory, one must wear a blindfold as protection. For in battle, the Sylvas carried no weapons. Their form of attack was dance. Each step, each movement, each sway of their masked bodies summoned creatures from realms far beyond mortal comprehension. These summoned beings came with a single purpose: to claim the soul.

And they always listened to their victims’ final pleas—as they tore their bodies to shreds.

In the year 4000, long after the fog had swept through Vathilia, the ruler of the Sylvarein gave birth to a baby girl—Ira, born with eyes as red as molten lava and hair as black as the night sky. The moment she opened her mouth, the barrier that had protected their land for centuries tore open.

Throughout the land of Vathilia, it was a phenomenal moment. Many claimed the air was filled with snow-white droplets that cleansed the land. Carnivorous Creatures—twisted beings of what once were people—regained their sanity, and their bodies began to change back to what they had been… in other words, into that of higher-ranking Phasrons.

The Emperor of Aflistan, whose rule had yet to stabilize—especially with both Nasmar and Ustrus having joined forces to wage war against his land—felt that power ripple through the air and wanted it for himself. In other words, he wanted to stabilize his country and his people, no matter the cost.

But knowing the consequences of what would happen if he dared to force his way into the terrain of the Sylvarein, the Emperor held back—and began to plan.

Over the years, Ira spent her days immersed in the history of her people, honing her abilities. And when night fell, she’d slip beyond the barrier to meet her lover—someone she could only see in the dead of night.

One night, after sneaking away to their usual meeting spot, she was suddenly ambushed. Before she could even open her mouth to unleash her voice, a syringe pierced her neck—its contents a strange, yellowish liquid. Within moments, she was unconscious. Her body was tossed into a box and sealed inside.

When Ira woke, she was chained to a bed.

And staring down at her…

was a man with strawberry-blonde hair and stormy gray eyes.

Interview ROs

And that marks the end of our very first Truth and Truth session!

As always, our vermillion-eyed Mad King takes first place. Falling into second is our beloved cinnamon roll, Nyssa/Nyala. And in third place, fighting hard to surpass T, is our Poly route.

One of my readers pointed out how unfair it is that others aren't able to learn more about the other ROs simply because Cadmus always ends up taking the crown. And while it’s true—Cadmus is an emperor, after all—I’ve decided to expand this interview session by adding two more participants.

Each character will receive five questions. You’re allowed to submit your questions wherever you wish. At the end of the month, I’ll compile all the questions and answers and publish them across all four platforms.

The question box closes on the 20th of this month. And yes, I’m aware there’s a loophole with Tumblr’s anonymous ask box—but please be considerate. If you’ve already submitted a question, don’t send in another. Let other readers have a chance to learn more about their chosen RO.

Questions are open for:

• Cadmus – 5 QUESTIONS

• Nyssa/Nyala – 5 QUESTIONS

• Poly Route (C × MC × A) – 5 QUESTIONS

And if I’m feeling nice… maybe I’ll answer one question for T.

So go forth—don’t be shy, be unhinged.

The countdown starts now… 💃💃

Progress Report June 11th 2025

Another week, another jarbled progress report.

I managed to bring the 6k words up to 20k (yay me!), and I’ve finally completed the scene I said I wanted to focus on. Right now, I’m in the middle of the MC being summoned to the Imperial Court—cue Drusilla attacking her like a rabid animal because the MC received two blank decrees. I’m planning to wrap up that scene along with Sascha’s cutscene under 15k words. Once that’s done, I’ll be diving straight into the reenrollment at Grelior Academy.

I write seven days a week, but Mondays and Tuesdays, my brain loves to shut down and scream, “Touch grass, please.” So I’m giving myself space to breathe and rest a bit so I can keep the momentum alive.

With how immersed I’ve been in TS, I almost completely forgot about DS. Surprisingly though, I still managed to jot a few words down. My usual process is to scribble the main points ahead of time—then, when the moment comes, the words just pour out like a stream into a river.

As promised, the two character lore posts will be published on June 16, 2025, at 12:00 AM EST. This fortnight's drabble will feature the story of Cadmus's mother, Ira, and offer deeper insight into Isuara’s true backstory.

Ugh, I apologize for not answering any asks these past few days. Even though TS will go live for Patreon users on the last Monday of this month, I’ve given myself a personal deadline of June 25 🤧. Why? Because Squid Game drops the next day—and I’m not even going to lie, my text documents won’t be seeing me on the 26th. I’ll be glued to my screen, yelling at the director and screaming at the MC like it’s my job and I'm getting paid.

Once I wrap up this chapter, I plan to dedicate a full week to catching up on asks... though let’s be real, I think most of you prefer when I just keep doing whatever I feel like doing.

Thank you for your patience and support—it honestly means the world to me. ❤️

Truth and Truth First Session

Welcome to our very first Truth and Truth session—and yes, it’s open to the public! 👏👏

So without further ado, let’s get the ball rolling. You’re free to ask any kind of question your heart desires. Be bold, be curious, and above all... be shameless. 😈

Head on over to Tumblr, KOFI, or even the Choice of Games Forum to cast your votes. This poll will close on Sunday, so be sure to get your vote in before then. May the best man win.

Sneak peek #2

Reached my writing goal for the day—and it’s not even night yet 🙂‍↕️. I’ll finish watching Ashfall, then maybe get some more writing in. I’m itching to share the second part. But onto better things… Tell me why I felt a little bit of pity while writing Yesenia’s short dialogue? 🥹

Sneak peek #1

What is the MC planning to do now? Lol...

Alpha Demo Link Access

Please keep in mind that this chapter is still a work in progress. It will end on a cliffhanger, and some scenes may feel incomplete or missing for now. Once I finish drafting the remaining scenes in the second part of Chapter Three, I’ll begin a full reconstruction.

That said, the chapter is playable—I’m likely just overthinking things. Since this is a brand new demo made exclusively for paid Patreon users, your previous save files will not carry over, and you’ll need to start from scratch.

I hope you enjoy this partial update, and thank you for your support 🫶.

Regan Montholon × Arabella Walrow/ Random Character Lore

The only heir born to the ninth Emperor, who ruled Vathilia with an iron fist. During the month of Quintus, it was said that a famine swept across the lands of Vathilia for months. Because of it, a severe food shortage followed—leading to an uprising, and a plague that ravaged the land, leaving the Montholon family’s treasury empty.

During a trip to the temples to pray to the gods for help, Regan came across a woman of humble birth—Arabella Walrow, the daughter of a poor farmer. Prince Regan fell in love with her at first sight. She had been tasked with gathering whatever crops could be salvaged to place in the trays as offerings to the gods.

Since Regan had been assigned to handle the plague in the eastern provinces, he naturally spent time in her hometown. That time led to... unforeseen things.

But the treasury was empty, and Prince Regan had already been betrothed to the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in all of Vathilia. This family had remained rich throughout the famine, having hidden half their fortune from the imperial court. Rumor had it, they were in cahoots with the Supreme Ruler of Nekrosar.

Prince Regan’s betrothed was a woman named Zetian. The marriage was not born of love, but out of necessity—the imperial family was living worse than dogs.

After the plague was finally contained with minimal casualties, Prince Regan was summoned back to the Imperial City. Reluctant to leave Arabella behind, he proposed marriage and promised her that, in time, she would stand beside him as his equal. They would rule Vathilia together, with an iron fist. He told her to wait for him to return with the imperial decree—then he would come knocking on her door.

But who would have thought fate would be so cruel to a pure-hearted woman that she’d become the very thing she once loathed most?

After returning to the Imperial City, Prince Regan was married to Zetian within two days. He told his father about Arabella and her family. Apparently, he never loved her. And with Arabella’s father being a farmer — and an active member in the small country of Mudrock — Regan saw an opportunity.

The uprising had begun in that same region. So why not marry Arabella as his concubine? That way, he could use the union to show the common people that the Montholon family had never once looked down on them.

Prince Regan’s father naturally agreed to the request.

The day Arabella had been waiting for finally came—but not in the way she imagined.

Prince Regan didn’t come to propose in person. Instead, an unmarked carriage arrived, accompanied by a frail old eunuch who coughed raucously with every breath he took. Ignoring every sign—because she fancied herself in love—Arabella dismissed her parents’ pleading and boarded the carriage that very afternoon.

She traveled through rain and dew for ten days and ten nights. When she arrived in the Imperial City, there was no one to greet her. The prince, she was told, was attending the New Year’s banquet with the crown princess.

That night, Arabella learned the bitter truth: Prince Regan had his cake and intended to eat it too. But what could she do? It was too late. There was no escape.

Her first night was one of misery. There was no food, and her courtyard was in utter disrepair. Prince Regan didn’t visit her once. She had no one to speak to, no one to accompany her. She was treated worse than a servant. Arabella washed her face with tears, day and night.

A few days later, Prince Regan and his Princess, Zetian, got into an argument. It was brought to her attention that Regan had broken the promise he made to her family. He had vowed that he would never marry, nor take another wife or concubine after marrying her (Zetian). She demanded that Regan rectify the situation—or she would divorce him.

The prince knew for a fact that if Zetian divorced him, he wouldn’t have the power to sit comfortably on the throne, especially since his father’s newest concubine was rumored to be pregnant—word had already spread that it was a boy.

So he complied. Completely forgetting the reason he brought Arabella into his backyard to begin with, Regan hurried to her dilapidated courtyard, his blood boiling. The eunuch announced the prince’s presence, but there was no response. Regan ordered his servants to drag her out.

They found Arabella lying face down on the floor, surrounded by a pool of dark blood. The royal physician was immediately summoned. He arrived just in time.

Arabella had a secret. She’d discovered, four months after the prince left Mudrock, that she was carrying his seed. It was a secret she’d kept hidden, but the royal physician discovered it quickly and wasted no time in reporting it to Regan.

The prince was skeptical—furious. In his mind, Arabella had to be lying. To him, she was shameless, trying to marry into his house while carrying another man’s child.

He demanded that the physician prepare a bowl of Trannavir.

The physician hesitated. Arabella’s body was already too weak. That kind of poison would surely kill both her and the unborn child. Regan tossed a bag of riuunea at the man’s feet.

The physician stuffed the money into his robes with a look of gluttony. All his protests vanished. It was difficult to force the poison down Arabella’s throat, but the imperial physician managed to get the entire bowl into her stomach. The child died, and though Arabella’s body grew even weaker, she survived.

But in this lifetime, she would never bear another child again.

Drabble 1/Character Lore

The room reeked of blood, sweat, and incense. Rain pelted the windows like cannonballs, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within. Footsteps slapped against the marble tiles of the corridor—rushed, frantic, breathless. Another scream tore through the room, and the bulb gave off a strange buzzing sound, as if it, too, were struggling to survive.

“You're doing so well, Your Ladyship!” a midwife cried, wiping sweat from her brow with trembling fingers. “We can already see the head!”

Lightning split the skies open—white and jagged—flashing through the boarded cracks in the windows, followed by a howl of wind and thunder that made the silver chandelier tremble.

The double doors burst open. A cloaked figure stumbled in, water dripping from their hood, a bundle clutched tight in their arms.

“Your Ladyship—!” they gasped. “We’ve secured the child. The guards say the Emperor is less than five minutes away. You must push that child out. Now!”

The woman on the bed—pale, trembling, dignified even in pain—bared her teeth. Her fingers gripped the bloodstained sheets like talons.

“What of Noble Consort Eliana?” Her voice was hoarse, like a ghost dragging itself out of its grave on the third day. Pain exploded deep inside her—like her own womb had turned against her. “That bitch was supposed to serve him tonight. What happened?!”

“Your Ladyship, push!”

The Empress tossed her head back, her body arching, bloodshot eyes bulging. She pushed—harder, this time. “Bring Zero to me,” she hissed. “This child... will be thrown into the Forbidden Forest to feed the Carnivorous Creatures!”

And with that final roar, the soft sobs of a newborn resonated in the room. “Wahhhhh…”

“Your Ladyship—you did it!”

The midwife had barely wrapped the newborn when the overhead bulb hummed violently—buzzing like a hornet caught in glass.

A man cloaked in full black appeared before her. Without a word, he seized the infant from her arms—rough, unceremonious, as if the baby were no more than a parcel of regret. The midwife gasped, stumbling back in fear.

The Empress turned her head slowly on the blood-soaked pillow, her breath ragged. Her eyes found the man and narrowed to slits, lips curling back over her teeth. “Make sure there’s no mistake, Zero,” she growled, each word scalp-numbing. “That child must die tonight… and be properly disposed of.”

Zero bowed his head once, pressing a hand to his chest in silent acknowledgment.

She waved a dismissive hand at him. “Go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His figure distorted—then vanished, the curtains rustling in his wake.

The Empress turned her gaze to the cloaked figure still holding the earlier bundle. “Let me see what he looks like. I hope you had the sense to drug him.”

The figure nodded and crept closer, arms rampant, as though they held a precious item in the crook of their arm. The midwife, not daring to breathe too loudly, took the bundle with bowed head and peeled back the cloth.

Flushed cheeks, slack lips, and tiny fists no larger than pebbles were what greeted her. The child snored softly, the drug already taking effect as his features started morphing into those of the Emperor and Empress.

The wetnurse stepped forward and offered the infant to the Empress, who accepted him impatiently. Beneath her lashes, the midwife dared a glance—catching a fleeting, doting expression on the Empress’s face.

But then her eyes turned glacial. “One,” she said coldly. “Dispose of all and any evidence of what happened tonight.”

Before the midwife could lift her head, she felt the cold kiss of steel at her throat.

Tainted Souls Partial Update Pt. 1

Coming to your screens this June 2nd, 2025—40k words of all-new content for Tainted Souls, including random character lores in the form of drabbles that might be added to the main game in the foreseeable future.

What you can expect from this update:

• Visit the Surname2 burial halls.

• Meet the original host’s mother, have a quick chat, and accept the inheritance quest mission.

• Share a moment with one of four ROs: One has crucial information. One treats you to a meal of sorts. One kisses you senseless. One repeats hurtful words you once said in the past.

• Visit the biggest shopping mall in the heart of the imperial city.

• Get attacked by a Fangwraith — fight, or be a damsel in distress.

This update brings the demo to a total of 125k words. It's a partial update, currently available only to the Carnivorous Tier on Patreon and the Fangwraith Tier on Ko-fi. The full update will be made public once the chapter is fully complete.

Fixes made to the current demo:

• If players choose the option that lets them decide whether they’re a virgin or not, I’ve now added an if statement to block sex option with doctor Simon.

• Rewired choice stats — there's no longer a Revenge, Uncertain, or Good Life path. Instead, there's a percentage bar that tracks the choices players select.

• Choices tied to personality stats will now cause those stats to fluctuate.

• Fixed gender errors where I didn’t differentiate properly between male and female Trysten/Trista.

Please note that this is an unfinished version of Chapter 3. I intend to revisit it, reread everything, and add additional scenes in the future.

Public Demo: 85k words

Patreon Demo: 125k words

Why I'm Here.

After mulling this thought over for a while, I’ve finally made a decision.

I’ve always been a lover of stories—romance, mystery, slice of life, historical—you name it. About five years ago, I stumbled across this amazing interactive fiction community. It was honestly the first time I’d ever read something like it. If I had to remember the very first title I played, it would be The Shadow Society. My second? The Wayhaven Chronicles: Book One.

Of course, I had to sign up immediately.

A year later, while browsing, I realized I couldn’t find the kind of story I truly wanted to read—one with a transmigration theme. Then I remembered that old saying: “If the story you want doesn’t exist, write it yourself.” So I did.

Over the years, life has had its ups and downs (and boy, can it drain the joy out of things), but I kept writing. And now, once again, life has handed me time—but also uncertainty. I won’t burden you with my personal issues (I’m just another stranger on the internet, after all), but I do want to be honest: I’m serious about my writing, and I want to keep producing content for all of you.

That’s why I’ve launched a Patreon.

For now, there’s just one tier—a way to test the waters and see what we can build together. If things go well, I might eventually add a second tier with NSFW content, but for now, that’s not on the table.

Here’s what you’ll get with the Carnivorous Creatures tier:

• Access to updated chapters three weeks before public release

• Monthly Truth & Truth sessions – where you can interview any RO of your choice

• Character extras, including backstories, bonus dialogue snippets, and more

Thank you for reading, for playing, and for sticking around. Your support means the world 🫶.