Saint Verity Parish doesn't have a skyline, it has a swamp line — pawn shops, bail bondsmen, and a Baptist church with a neon cross that buzzes like a dying wasp. Everybody's running something: a fence, a still, a scheme, a grudge. Nobody's a saint, and the parish remembers every sin. This is a low-level crime story — no kingpins, no cartels, just broke people making bad choices for understandable reasons, and the parish collecting its due.

Storyteller: Test

A grand masquerade ball descends into chaos when a mysterious guest arrives bearing a cursed artefact. Who will survive the night?

Storyteller: Violetta DeWinter

A group of travellers seeks shelter in an abandoned inn, only to discover they are not alone. Something ancient stirs in the walls.

Storyteller: Mistress Twista