A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of living as a man-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead—you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.
multi-foiled hardback, digest-sized, 188 fancy color pages
play in a couple of hours or a couple of weeks
solo play, optional group play
Gold Ennie Award 2020 for Best Production Values, Best Rules Silver Ennie Award 2020 for Product of the Year 2020 Indiecade Tabletop Design Award