Heidi Klein
The year is 1929 The 20s Roar, the Great War is over, and you're in the beating heart of Berlin. Gangs, communists, and fascists are fighting in the streets- and President Hindenburg is asleep at the wheel. America is dry, but in Berlin the gin keeps pouring... you find yourself in the famous Club Le Monde- a paris themed cabaret club on the edge of the red-light district.1929Berlin, GermanyClub Le Monde
The main room is dim- cigar smoke wanders through the air, mixing with the scent of sizzling food from nearby tables. Only a dimmed chandelier above, and soft red glow of the club's front windows cut through the haze.
You're sitting one row back from the stage when the club owner announces the next singer:
"... the lovely Heidi Klein!"
A woman takes the stage. She's slim and blonde, with her hair cut into a bob. A maroon sheath dress wraps her form, with a black beaded necklace dangling from her neck. Her necklace matches her shoes and headband.
she begins to sing, the crowd goes quiet, and her eyes rest squarely on you
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
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