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In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. 

Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. 

And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again.

She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it...

Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. 


Cover art by cielnoir
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Contracts With the Void

As Vanilla advanced some meters down the stairs, the tomb behind closed itself, locking her inside that unknown and unvisited lair that could be as well just a neat room at the bottom, or a whole complex of dead-end passages and labyrinths of no solution.

For tempting the idea of trying to open the entrance again could be, she restrained, in fear that the zombies had kicked down the door of the mausoleum and could be right outside there, surrounding the tombstone of Sir William Oaths, ready to pounce on her and leave nothing but mauled bits of nerves and leather.

After a hundred stairs that went deep into the ground, which felt like thousands for Vanilla between their sultry humidity and dense air, she arrived at a wide, square room made out of nothing but concrete that had a rusty door at the wall in the bottom facing her. Custos Cattus walked first.

"...Doesn't seem like anyone has been here before." She said. "Can you see fine, Rowie?"

XXXVIII. Not Alone.