After a year of complete misfortune, Melancholy has finally found a place to settle and process. Unfortunately, it seems like those from her past have other plans.

Rabbit shaped friends have come to this place, but this place isn’t quite earth. An earth-derived place filled with two kinds of people: living ghosts and those who aren’t quite human. Now of course, there’s those ridiculous rabbits handing out contracts.

Sign it and there’s a chance at becoming a God, at the price of another god’s blood of course.

For some reason, Melancholy’s blood is looking pretty good these days...


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