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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

Vanilla and Lugus entered the Land Residence with Rowie behind. "Doesn't Carol say anything about him being inside?" Her father asked, holding the door for them.

"...Yes, well no," Vanilla responded. "Rowie is very educated. He never leaves a spot dirty."

She thought about it: although Carol was against the idea of Rowie wandering around the polished floors of the Land Residence —and adopting Rowie as a whole at first— she had stopped complaining about him when Lugus sent a card back where he authorized Vanilla to have a dog. Did Carol stop caring in order to please her husband —who wasn't even there in those times? or was Rowie too much of a good dog to not cause any trouble inside?

Lugus closed the door with the three of them inside. Rowie noticed that Vanilla's tone of voice had turned sweeter and louder, compared to her raspy and lower tone of voice.

CLII. The Day is Seized.