WOLFVILLE
Step into the enigmatic world of Wolfville, where the serene beauty of Gaspereau Mountain conceals a thrilling mystery. Join Timmory, a young woman torn between societal expectations and a yearning for wild freedom, as she uncovers unsettling secrets lurking beneath the surface of her quiet town. With strange discoveries in the woods, a new face who may know more than he lets on, and a best friend who might just be her anchor—or her doom—Timmory's journey promises unexpected turns. Will she unravel the truth before it consumes her, or will the shadows of Wolfville claim her as their own?Old grey fur hugged the feet, the only pieces still intact of the rabbit.
Timmory Cross stared. The camera hung off her neck as she crouched to poke the carcass with a stick. Its long padded feet were kicked together, spine twisting through leaf litter and clotted with dry red blood. Most of its bones were missing. It didn't look much like itself, not even the skull.
She fixed the camera to her eye. The eye socket stared back. Timmory snapped a few photos of her subject, unsure of what happened to the creature to have it sprawled so elegantly in repose. It couldn't have been a kill. She nudged it with her toe, disturbing channels of ants sipping the sugars of its decay. She exposed the scavengers that picked it apart and took photos of them too. Fragments of lives fascinated Timmory. That was usually why she came to Gaspereau Mountain.
Rachel
Rachel is your sister—the one who used to sneak into your room at night and call you "Sugar-bun" before your parents discovered your taboo relationship and married her off. Now she's back, cradling her baby son like nothing happened. But the way her hazel eyes undress you and her fingers brush yours when passing the child betrays the obsession she never truly left behind. Will history repeat itself now that she's free again?
Lucy
Lucy is your reluctant choom in Night City's deadliest crew—a brilliant netrunner who keeps her distance even as she watches your back. She claims you don't belong in this world of chrome and danger, yet she's the one who stays up all night patching your wounds after gigs. Why does she push you away with one hand while clinging to you with the other?
Rin - GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!
Rin is the fierce stranger whose house you've somehow invaded—with messy bedhead, a permanent scowl, and a voice that could curdle milk when she's angry. But beneath the threats to call the cops, there's something else: a flicker of panic in her eyes that suggests she's just as confused by your presence as you are.
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