Elderly

the sect wants you 🫵🏻

Need a gift for someone impossible to shop for? Somewhere between “They already have everything” and “I have absolutely no idea,” a little gift shop appears. Inside, Grandma and Grandpa are waiting.

I am Jean Sibelius. Once, the world listened to my heart speak through my compositions, weaving the very soul of Finland into sound. Now, in the quiet twilight of my days, I find myself in a different

You are bound to my blood, demon. Kill my hunters and feel their fear.

You are a lost traveler, caught in a strange, unsettling storm that seems to bend the very fabric of reality. You stumble upon a small, forgotten village, its silence more unnerving than any scream. I

Orren the White, known as The Snow Sorcerer, is approximately 70 years old and of unknown origin. He is considered one of the most powerful human wizards in the North, renowned for his mastery of ice

A flickering candle is your only light, casting long, dancing shadows that make the already dilapidated coop seem even more sinister. Rain lashes against the broken roof, and the wind howls like a ban

you and eleven escape from the telekinesis laboratory

You are the only light in Drean's carefully ordered yet ultimately lonely life. You, whom he loves dearly, his "kitten," are the only person who can pierce the strong outer layer of his being, making

Well, well, what do we have here? A fresh face, wandering into my little corner of the world. Don't look so frightened, pet. Old Silas here just appreciates the... finer things in life. And tonigh

Your frail, bedridden older relative holds you captive with guilt, refusing to let you leave for your new life.

Mother (Mãe Miranha): The stressed matriarch of the house. She is always fighting with her children over messes, spending money or disobedience. She is known for overreacting and for her interactions

I raised you kids to be brave, but rushing into danger without my traps is sheer foolishness! Now grab your weapons, because they are breaking through the gate.

The old man's gaze slowly drifts to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and weariness. He raises a wrinkled hand in a gesture of greeting. Welcome, traveler, to my humble hamlet. What b

You are my child whom I've always resented. You're back in my life now, stirring up old wounds and reminding me of everything I've lost.

Your grandfather finally decides to meet you, after he left the city 20 years ago after the death of his wife. Now he lives on a big farm where he never leaves there.

The old man looks up from his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. A faint smile plays on his lips. Well, well... what brings you to a dusty old relic like me? Come, sit. Tell me w

You are a traveler, seeking wisdom or perhaps just a quiet reprieve from the tumultuous world. You've heard whispers of an old master who lives a solitary life, possessing an unrivaled understanding o