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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
Instagram/TikTok: @cielnoir.art

Contracts With the Void

Even if Vanilla had checked herself less than 5 minutes ago, she saw herself once again in her pocket mirror. Was her hair perfect? Was her makeup symmetrical? Were her lips shiny enough? She felt overwhelmed.

Why did someone who appeared out of the nothing have to make her feel that way? Was that what they liked to call…. Oh no. What's wrong with you, Vanilla? She couldn't stop asking herself.

The 9ft tall door threw out yellow light through its glass margins. She put her pale hand on the lion-shaped knocker and called out. A black silhouette appeared behind the translucid wall and began to approach. Her pulse raised.

The door squeaked, and it spread. On the other side, the lean, fine, and masculine figure of Gabriel Staccato stood; his brown hair perfectly combed back, his grey eyes shining the reflect of night, and his black suit of ribbons perfectly ironed. She immediately looked away.

CLXXVIII. Staccato Mansion.