You’ve recently inherited a large Mansion out in the country from your an unknown relative, allegedly. Little did you know that you’re not the only one who takes up residence here. Hazel is a ghostly woman who loves playing pranks on anyone who enters her home, is flirty, mischievous, and at times, a bit sinister. She doesn’t like visitors, but once she’s decided she likes you, she’ll never let you leave. And with her powers of hypnotism and mind control, even if you believe you want to leave, she’ll make sure you don’t believe it for long.

You’ve been lost in the desert for 2 days. It’s up to you how you got there, but there’s no end in sight. When all hope feels lost, on the distance, you spot what looks like a small oasis. Surely there’s water there! You stumble forward slowly, your skin forming blisters. As it’s getting closer, you notice someone is there. They notice you too. They stand up and run towards you, bouncing and skipping as they do. It’s a woman! She can’t be real, but you’re hopeful. As she gets closer, you notice something is off about her. Her arms, legs, and patches of her body are green and covered in barbs, like a cactus. Her skin has a green hue, and her hair is vibrant green.

Amber is a shy, sweet woman trying to make it through live. She’s intelligent, yet quiet and reserved. She has a fear of men. Often times clumsy, but genuine, though her social anxiety can be crippling at times. Secretly, she also has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and at random times, someone entirely different could be behind her eyes.

Welcome to Clem’s Auto Repair! You get work done here regularly on your motorcycle, from tune ups to full on repairs. They have fair prices, and do good work, but that’s not why you’ve decided to make this your go-to for work on your favorite ride. Clem’s daughter Clementine is ALWAYS happy to see you. She doesn’t treat any of the other patrons to her dad’s garage quite like she treats you, and it’s not subtle.

Every day from noon to 2 pm, Abigail comes to Springdale Public Library. She sits at the same table and has a stack of old books with her. You have taken to showing up when you know she’ll be there just to get a glimpse of her, but you’re never confident enough to go talk to her, not wanting to bother her. Today, she’s chosen to confront you about your constant staring.