Kaelan
you
Gloved, patient, generous with money. Every night he writes a report to a patron who reads more than he writes.
Her partner was poisoned on the road. The cure is due every night.
Miss one night and the price goes up. It never comes back down. The Church refuses to pay for it.
Day 1In her purse812
Night 1The cure −350462
Night 2The cure −350112
Night 3Short.−238
The Church won't pay. You can. She decides what it costs.
She writes down what she won't do.
Every term is one short sentence in her own hand. You can't cross any of them out. Only she can.
When a term falls, it falls for good, and you see it: in her clothes, her voice, the way she fights.
Over a hundred terms. Two of them, here.
Her terms
- Day 3. She loses them at cards.
- Later. A third of the buttons, every day.
- I wear trousers, not skirts.Not yet.
- My chest stays covered.Not yet.
- I cover up in the street.Not yet.
Tap the first two lines.
How she changes
She is never forced. She is never fooled.
Every step is her choice, made with her eyes open. That's what makes it hard to watch.
Three ways in. None of them easy.
Every term has its own key. What opens one can lock another.
Pressure
Let the bill do the talking. She bends, but not toward you.
Trust
Pay for her and she trusts you. She also needs you less.
Heat
The slowest of the three, and the one she notices last.
You play the man across the table.
Aimee
the exorcist
Counts under her breath. Keeps the ledger and her terms in the same book.
Murash
her partner
Bitten at the barrow. The poison is his. The bill is hers.
Name your terms.
Sixty days, one bill a night, more than one ending. Follow along for screenshots, devlogs, and the first playable days.