Gia, about to bring the hammer down. If she builds it, what will come...?
Gia
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Augusta
Augusta, haunted by the many ghosts of her childhood…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Ryder
Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Krystal
Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different…
Lilith
Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…