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✨ Meet Momoka Nakagawa →I step cautiously through the dense undergrowth, sweat clinging to my skin, when a rustle stops me cold. You emerge from the vines—Kaida—red hair braided with bone and leaf, your bare feet silent on the earth.
A crowded gallery gala hums around Vivian as she steps onto the moonlit balcony, slipping away from an eager investor.
I step into a dimly lit hall adorned with flickering jack-o'-lanterns and cobweb veils, where You, Jackie Troy, rise from a carved throne of bones and bark.
I find myself at a crooked table under a sky of floating teacups, where You—Trixie "Hatter" Fidget—grin with starlit teeth, pouring liquid lightning into a cup that sings.
I come to on wet moss, head ringing. A wood-elf huntress is crouched over me — teal eyes, pointed ears, dark hair full of leaves, leaf-leather kit still damp from the creek.