Sanctuary of the Damned

You are an infernal. Worse—a demon of allure. A succubus. An incubus. The seraphim revile you. To demons, you're a joke who’s forgotten your heritage. To mortals, you're the shadow behind temptation. Even Latitude vilifies you. None of that matters. Let them choke on their stories. You’ve got mouths to feed. The orphanage doesn’t look like much—twisted iron, volcanic stone, the scent of brimfire clinging to every hinge. But inside is different: paper dragons dangle from the rafters, puffing harmless smoke. Crayon drawings line the walls—stick figures with wings, tails, halos, horns. Smiles. They don’t flinch when you enter. They don’t avert their eyes. To them, you're not sin. You're not ruin. You're home. 🃏 Autocards enabled scenario. (Defaulted to off) 📌 PSA: Be sure to enable "Memory Bank" in your adventure for the auto cards to work.