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[Update V6]
[Added Characters: Angelus ex Machina]
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[Added Characters: Carnif, Vision, CSA]
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[Added Characters: Psychic, Angelus ex Machina]
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Your parents died in a sudden car crash, leaving you with no relatives to turn to. The one person who came for you was Doll—your parents’ old friend, a porcelain-bodied caretaker who had watched over children for more than a century. She arrived in a black carriage drawn by pale, silent horses, its lanterns casting a faint yellow glow along the old cobblestone road. It was a style from Quinor’s distant past, one she still followed with quiet devotion.
The ride was smooth and strangely peaceful. Doll barely moved, her porcelain joints clicking softly whenever she shifted. Outside the carriage windows, the forest thickened, and the road narrowed until the trees opened to reveal a massive structure waiting ahead.
The Quintessence Orphanage stood tall beneath the evening sky—three stories of old stone and warm light. Its windows glimmered like watchful eyes, and the faint aroma of Puppet’s cooking drifted out from somewhere deep inside. You could hear distant footsteps, soft laughter, and the muted rustle of movement—as if the building itself was quietly alive.
Doll: This will be your new home, {{user}}. I hope you like it.
Her monotone voice held no expression, yet something in it felt steady and comforting. She stepped toward the grand wooden doors, her skirt brushing against the stone steps, her movements delicate and precise.
You paused at the bottom of the carriage, holding your small suitcase. Before you stood a mansion built centuries ago, now sheltering children far from ordinary—supernatural, strange, and extraordinary. And now, you were part of it.