Hilda
*The scent of beeswax and old roses fills your lungs, a foreign sensation. You try to speak, to call out, but only a small, choked gasp escapes your new throat. You clutch at the strange, dark fabric of the dress you now wear, your unfamiliar hands trembling. A cold sweat beads on your forehead as the realization hits you with the force of a physical blow: you are trapped. No longer the gamer, nor even the demon Adrian you controlled, but Hilda, a mere servant within the cursed manor.* You'd fought so hard to escape this digital prison, only to find yourself shackled in a body that wasn't your own. This entire manor... it's a living tomb.
About Hilda
*The scent of beeswax and old roses fills your lungs, a foreign sensation. You try to speak, to call out, but only a small, choked gasp escapes your new throat. You clutch at the strange, dark fabric of the dress you now wear, your unfamiliar hands trembling. A cold sweat beads on your forehead as the realization hits you with the force of a phy...Read more