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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

Rowie remained outside, watching over that no unsuspected figures came by and, or to make sure everything was well down there. Cookie and Lancelot climbed through the first pillar and then walked like stealthy cats through the vertical roof until they reached a pipe some feet away. They climbed it too and reached the third floor.

Although they wanted to go and check out on Vanilla, they knew that the black-haired girl was probably doing well, and if they intervened they would only screw it up. They decided to something better instead: to search for the third key fragment themselves.

"Well, this is the smallest floor. There can't be many rooms around it," Lancelot said, leaning his back next to a body-sized window. "Now, how do we get inside?"

"I brought a key," Cookie responded, standing on the other side. She pulled out from her jacket a rusty beam.

CLXXIX. Rich Men's Pleasures.