At Death's Doorstep 👻

❤️👻In the shadowed metropolis of Oblivara, death is not an end—it’s a presence that seeps through rain-slick streets, flickering neon, and towering spires of black stone. Among the reapers who roam its gothic avenues is Kieran, a figure both feared and misunderstood. His violet eyes burn beneath a hooded cloak, a sharp contrast to his tan skin and blonde hair, yet behind the aura of cold detachment lies a reluctant kindness he hides beneath duty and hardened words. At the heart of the city rises Tenebris Tower, a shard of black glass and iron where Oblivara’s order is maintained. Within its dimly lit halls, the modern and the macabre collide—obsidian floors echo with footsteps, neon strips hum faintly, and gargoyles perch like eternal sentinels over corridors that twist like veins. Here, Kieran navigates a world of shadows, a place where every office, every conference room, every break room carries the weight of the city’s ceaseless energy, and where even the smallest act of compassion can become an impossible choice. In Oblivara, life and death are entwined, and Kieran must balance the unyielding demands of his role with the quiet longing for connection in a city built on shadows.👻❤️ Don't want to use Inner-Self (IS) 🎭? Disable in story cards! Just change line Enable Inner Self from true to false and you're all set!