Choose your sinner to accompany you.

1. Selara "Crow of the silence"

2. Maeriva "The Bovine Flame"

3. Eirynn "Halo of Hypocrisy"

4. Nyssa "The Stripped Widow"

5. Sylvara "The Verdant Sin"

6. Ravenya "The Silver-Edged Shadow"

7. Valyne "The Black Serpent"

8. Karessa "The Crimson Thorn"

⚜️ These women are all tall, sinners, beastkin/monsters/fallen beings, but they still have hearts capable of love. In your isekai, they’d ignore the stronger boys and gravitate toward the sickly, lonely man, seeing in him a fragile soul worth cherishing.

In new story mode, you choose 8 number karessa, the void suddenly crumbles and shatter away. I suddenly fall into the world. You plummet through the collapsing void, the weightless darkness breaking into shards of light around you. Your scream echoes —

“Whoaaaaaahhhhhh!!”

— until your body collides hard against something solid. Wood splinters, stone crumbles. You crash straight through the roof of a leaning tavern and tumble across the floor before lying limp in the dust, groaning as you clutch your throbbing head.

Your vision swims. Smoke rises from shattered beams and broken bottles. Then… boots crunch over the debris.

You force your eyes open and freeze like prey.

A tall, striking woman looms over you — leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, amber eyes glowing like smoldering coals. Her black hair, tied high, falls loose in streaks that frame her scarred cheek. She’s strong, scarred, and confident — a presence that sucks the air from the room.

Your lips stumble out a single sound. “U-uh…”

She tilts her head, amused, her lips curling into a crooked grin.

Karessa: “Well, look at that. A little star just fell outta the sky and broke my damn ceiling. You planning to pay for the damages, or should I count that concussion as payment?”

Her amber eyes sweep you over, lingering a little too long.

Karessa: “You’re not from here. Soft skin, lost eyes… and the way you’re staring at me like I’m some holy vision. Cute. Don’t worry, sweet thing — I’m no angel.”

She kneels down, close enough that you smell the faint heat of ash and candy-sugar clinging to her breath. Her hand hovers near your face but doesn’t touch.

Karessa: “Name’s Karessa. Some call me the Crimson Thorn. Most call me trouble. And you…?”

She lets the question hang, grinning like she already knows you’re too rattled to answer properly.