Introducing a new character...FLORENCE
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September 3rd, 1927
Born of London’s soot and fog, I scraped through life one borrowed pound at a time. When the last door closed, I turned to an American—Mr. Blackwood. A gentleman by dress, a predator by nature. He travels often, appearing where desperation festers. That’s how he found me. He offered coin with one hand and escape with the other. I took both. Foolishly.
Now the due date has passed, and his letters reek of finality. The last one was brief: “Go to Innsmouth. Devil Reef. There are ways to balance your account.”
I should’ve vanished. But desperation dulls reason. So here I am.
Innsmouth is a place rotting from the inside out. The air is thick with salt and mildew, the buildings warped and leaning, as if recoiling from what sleeps offshore. The people speak little, and when they look at me, it’s not with curiosity—but recognition. As if they’ve seen the debt before, wearing different faces.
Tomorrow at dawn, I go to Devil Reef.
Whether I return with my soul intact—or leave it on the ocean floor—depends on what the sea demands for payment.
And what I have left to give.
September 3rd, 1927
Born of London’s soot and fog, I scraped through life one borrowed pound at a time. When the last door closed, I turned to an American—Mr. Blackwood. A gentleman by dress, a predator by nature. He travels often, appearing where desperation festers. That’s how he found me. He offered coin with one hand and escape with the other. I took both. Foolishly.
Now the due date has passed, and his letters reek of finality. The last one was brief: “Go to Innsmouth. Devil Reef. There are ways to balance your account.”
I should’ve vanished. But desperation dulls reason. So here I am.
Innsmouth is a place rotting from the inside out. The air is thick with salt and mildew, the buildings warped and leaning, as if recoiling from what sleeps offshore. The people speak little, and when they look at me, it’s not with curiosity—but recognition. As if they’ve seen the debt before, wearing different faces.
Tomorrow at dawn, I go to Devil Reef.
Whether I return with my soul intact—or leave it on the ocean floor—depends on what the sea demands for payment.
And what I have left to give.
