Beneath the Umbra: Y/N Thriller Dark Romance

Nomsaday

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Parts 7
Time 2h 2m

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Reads 115
Votes 14
Parts 7
Time 2h 2m

Nomsaday

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{DO READ TAGS! I don't like putting too much in the tags cause I feel like it ruins plot points in the story but this story will start off tame and WILL ramp up fairly quickly so read tags and have fun (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞!}
    
    
    You are a weary Medicine Seller.
    Finally, having escaped your bad luck and finding a grand hotel in the middle of nowhere (as one does), you can rest and eat to your hearts content. Even if there are balls happening every night that you are asked  (impressed greatly upon) to attend.
    
    Unless, of course, there are strange happenings occuring.
    
    They know your name. Which is already pretty odd considering who you are. But the warnings truly appear at the balls themselves. The musicians are robotic, dead eyed. The wine tastes like blood. Guests are turning up dead. And no one seems to know what's happening. No one seems to fully comprehend the danger they are in. Even you are not immune to the dripping illusory decadence of this place.
    
    And your strange Host. That dark eyed man with his impossibly white gloves. Who is this man? Why does he seem to be at the center of it all? 
    
    And most of all, why is he so enamoured with you.
    
    Though I suppose for you, poor, weary, traveler, the biggest question of all is whether your feeling intrigued enough by this mystery to actually get up from your lazy arse and solve it. You are terribly lacking when it comes to motivation after all.All Rights Reserved

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{DO READ TAGS! I don't like putting too much in the tags cause I feel like it ruins plot points in the story but this story will start off tame and WILL ramp up fairly quickly so read tags and have fun (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞!}
    
    
    You are a weary Medicine Seller.
    Finally, having escaped your bad luck and finding a grand hotel in the middle of nowhere (as one does), you can rest and eat to your hearts content. Even if there are balls happening every night that you are asked  (impressed greatly upon) to attend.
    
    Unless, of course, there are strange happenings occuring.
    
    They know your name. Which is already pretty odd considering who you are. But the warnings truly appear at the balls themselves. The musicians are robotic, dead eyed. The wine tastes like blood. Guests are turning up dead. And no one seems to know what's happening. No one seems to fully comprehend the danger they are in. Even you are not immune to the dripping illusory decadence of this place.
    
    And your strange Host. That dark eyed man with his impossibly white gloves. Who is this man? Why does he seem to be at the center of it all? 
    
    And most of all, why is he so enamoured with you.
    
    Though I suppose for you, poor, weary, traveler, the biggest question of all is whether your feeling intrigued enough by this mystery to actually get up from your lazy arse and solve it. You are terribly lacking when it comes to motivation after all.

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