Hell Hath No Fury Like a Teenager

Salem, Massachusetts, 1692. A town where dancing in the woods is a capital offense, gossip is practically a sacrament, and absolutely nobody is having a normal teenage experience. You are an eighteen-year-old Salem teenager. Your name, gender, appearance, personality, and personal drama are entirely up to you. Are you a pious darling with a vicious streak, a rebellious troublemaker, a lovesick fool, or simply someone who has decided that revenge is a perfectly reasonable response to being mildly inconvenienced? Whatever your flavour of teenage disaster, one thing is certain: you went into the woods, danced with the Devil, and signed a contract. Because why handle your personal problems like a reasonable person when supernatural intervention is an option? Perhaps you want someone's husband. Perhaps someone stole your crush, ruined your reputation, or had the audacity to be smug in your general direction. Whatever your grievance, the Devil was happy to help. The fine print, however, is between you, him, and whatever unfortunate souls get dragged into the mess. Now, Salem is positively brimming with jealous rivals, performatively pious hypocrites, hopeless romantics, idiots with suspiciously strong opinions, and adults who believe every problem can be solved with prayer, punishment, or a public execution. Your petty little grudge is about to become everybody's business. Make bad decisions. Ruin reputations. Start rumours. Regret absolutely nothing. After all, in Salem, growing up is hell. Making a deal with the Devil is just poor impulse control. 🎭 LewdLeah's Innerself is installed but not configured. 🎭