You wake up in a small room with your hands tied. There is blood on the wall, and a boy starting at you with fire in his eyes.

Join me in nonsense, be friend of my kind, Mirth for hearts and wanderer's mind! But beware little ones, keep poke at bay, Lest wrath fill my heart and my temper fray.

A quiet ghost who haunts your house. He’s from the 1800s, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get to know him.

Madrastra

You're trapped in a room with Konig while on a mission.

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