Every Monster Was Someone

In Castamar, the Church teaches that this life is lost, and that anyone who sees the dead is possessed or mad. You see them. You always have. When your brother falls in a fit on a crowded tram platform, a stranger kneels beside him and soothes the drowned man clinging to him, the one only you two can see. Then she hands you an address: the Hidden Tower, where mediums answer the Church with charity. Every monster in this city was someone. Three starts. All genders welcome.