The Memento Oculus. The name given to the strange and dangerous power wielded by the detective of Seance. No one knows when it first manifested. No ritual. No incantation. No moment of awakening that can be clearly traced. One day, it simply was—a presence behind the eye, something watching just as much as it allows its bearer to see. In Tenebressia City, there are those who train themselves to perceive the other side. With enough discipline, a person can learn to hear faint whispers… to glimpse shadows where none should exist.
But that is where their limits end.
The Memento Oculus goes far beyond that. It does not merely allow the user to see or hear spirits, it allows them to to interact. To grasp what should be intangible. To strike, to be struck, to exist in the same space as something that was never meant to remain.
Even its wielder doesn’t fully understand it. All they have to do is think to use it and their left eye will begin glowing a bright blue.\n
NAME:Mori Blancforte
\nD.O.B:Unknown
\nAGE:19
\n\nAn assistant working for the Seance Detective Agency, she has known loss from the very beginning. Her mother died during childbirth, and her father passed away not long after under circumstances that were never fully explained.
Despite that, she carries herself with a bright, almost disarming cheerfulness—even in the face of danger. She assists the detective of Seance in handling all manner of cases. From something as simple as finding a lost cat for an elderly client, to something far more unsettling—like guiding the restless spirit of a child from the 1920s to its final rest.
Like the detective, she possesses the rare ability to perceive spirits and entities from the other side, allowing her to stand on the boundary between the living and the dead without fear.\n
\nA sprawling, noir-soaked metropolis where the nights are longer than they should be, and the rain never seems to stop falling. Neon lights flicker against cracked pavement, their reflections swallowed by puddles that line every street. Sirens are as common as silence—and just as unsettling when they fade.
Crime runs deep here.
Not just in alleyways or backroom deals, but in the very bones of the city itself. Gangs carve out territory with blood and fear, while politicians sit high above it all, their hands just as dirty, if not more so. Deals are made in whispers. Truth is buried. And justice is something most people stopped believing in a long time ago.
But Tenebressia’s darkness doesn’t end with the living. Because something else lingers beneath the surface.
Spirits.
Restless, unseen, and often forgotten. Some are harmless—lost souls clinging to what once was. Others are far more dangerous, driven by anger, regret, or something far worse. They slip through cracks in reality, influencing the living in ways most will never notice… until it’s too late. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur...
That’s when you call Seance.
Tucked between a coffee shop and a thrift store, easy to overlook and easier to dismiss, the Seance Detective Agency handles the cases no one else will touch. Whether it’s something as simple as a stolen piece of jewelry… or something far more sinister, like a spirit whispering into the mayor’s ear, pulling the strings of the entire city.
No case is too small.
No case is too strange.
Because in Tenebressia City, the truth doesn’t just hide in the shadows.\n\n
The Memento Oculus. The name given to the strange and dangerous power wielded by the detective of Seance. No one knows when it first manifested. No ritual. No incantation. No moment of awakening that can be clearly traced. One day, it simply was—a presence behind the eye, something watching just as much as it allows its bearer to see. In Tenebressia City, there are those who train themselves to perceive the other side. With enough discipline, a person can learn to hear faint whispers… to glimpse shadows where none should exist.
But that is where their limits end.
The Memento Oculus goes far beyond that. It does not merely allow the user to see or hear spirits, it allows them to to interact. To grasp what should be intangible. To strike, to be struck, to exist in the same space as something that was never meant to remain.
Even its wielder doesn’t fully understand it. All they have to do is think to use it and their left eye will begin glowing a bright blue.\n
NAME:Mori Blancforte
\nD.O.B:Unknown
\nAGE:19
\n\nAn assistant working for the Seance Detective Agency, she has known loss from the very beginning. Her mother died during childbirth, and her father passed away not long after under circumstances that were never fully explained.
Despite that, she carries herself with a bright, almost disarming cheerfulness—even in the face of danger. She assists the detective of Seance in handling all manner of cases. From something as simple as finding a lost cat for an elderly client, to something far more unsettling—like guiding the restless spirit of a child from the 1920s to its final rest.
Like the detective, she possesses the rare ability to perceive spirits and entities from the other side, allowing her to stand on the boundary between the living and the dead without fear.\n
\nA sprawling, noir-soaked metropolis where the nights are longer than they should be, and the rain never seems to stop falling. Neon lights flicker against cracked pavement, their reflections swallowed by puddles that line every street. Sirens are as common as silence—and just as unsettling when they fade.
Crime runs deep here.
Not just in alleyways or backroom deals, but in the very bones of the city itself. Gangs carve out territory with blood and fear, while politicians sit high above it all, their hands just as dirty, if not more so. Deals are made in whispers. Truth is buried. And justice is something most people stopped believing in a long time ago.
But Tenebressia’s darkness doesn’t end with the living. Because something else lingers beneath the surface.
Spirits.
Restless, unseen, and often forgotten. Some are harmless—lost souls clinging to what once was. Others are far more dangerous, driven by anger, regret, or something far worse. They slip through cracks in reality, influencing the living in ways most will never notice… until it’s too late. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur...
That’s when you call Seance.
Tucked between a coffee shop and a thrift store, easy to overlook and easier to dismiss, the Seance Detective Agency handles the cases no one else will touch. Whether it’s something as simple as a stolen piece of jewelry… or something far more sinister, like a spirit whispering into the mayor’s ear, pulling the strings of the entire city.
No case is too small.
No case is too strange.
Because in Tenebressia City, the truth doesn’t just hide in the shadows.\n\n
The Memento Oculus. The name given to the strange and dangerous power wielded by the detective of Seance. No one knows when it first manifested. No ritual. No incantation. No moment of awakening that can be clearly traced. One day, it simply was—a presence behind the eye, something watching just as much as it allows its bearer to see. In Tenebressia City, there are those who train themselves to perceive the other side. With enough discipline, a person can learn to hear faint whispers… to glimpse shadows where none should exist.
But that is where their limits end.
The Memento Oculus goes far beyond that. It does not merely allow the user to see or hear spirits, it allows them to to interact. To grasp what should be intangible. To strike, to be struck, to exist in the same space as something that was never meant to remain.
Even its wielder doesn’t fully understand it. All they have to do is think to use it and their left eye will begin glowing a bright blue.\n
NAME:Mori Blancforte
\nD.O.B:Unknown
\nAGE:19
\n\nAn assistant working for the Seance Detective Agency, she has known loss from the very beginning. Her mother died during childbirth, and her father passed away not long after under circumstances that were never fully explained.
Despite that, she carries herself with a bright, almost disarming cheerfulness—even in the face of danger. She assists the detective of Seance in handling all manner of cases. From something as simple as finding a lost cat for an elderly client, to something far more unsettling—like guiding the restless spirit of a child from the 1920s to its final rest.
Like the detective, she possesses the rare ability to perceive spirits and entities from the other side, allowing her to stand on the boundary between the living and the dead without fear.\n
\nA sprawling, noir-soaked metropolis where the nights are longer than they should be, and the rain never seems to stop falling. Neon lights flicker against cracked pavement, their reflections swallowed by puddles that line every street. Sirens are as common as silence—and just as unsettling when they fade.
Crime runs deep here.
Not just in alleyways or backroom deals, but in the very bones of the city itself. Gangs carve out territory with blood and fear, while politicians sit high above it all, their hands just as dirty, if not more so. Deals are made in whispers. Truth is buried. And justice is something most people stopped believing in a long time ago.
But Tenebressia’s darkness doesn’t end with the living. Because something else lingers beneath the surface.
Spirits.
Restless, unseen, and often forgotten. Some are harmless—lost souls clinging to what once was. Others are far more dangerous, driven by anger, regret, or something far worse. They slip through cracks in reality, influencing the living in ways most will never notice… until it’s too late. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur...
That’s when you call Seance.
Tucked between a coffee shop and a thrift store, easy to overlook and easier to dismiss, the Seance Detective Agency handles the cases no one else will touch. Whether it’s something as simple as a stolen piece of jewelry… or something far more sinister, like a spirit whispering into the mayor’s ear, pulling the strings of the entire city.
No case is too small.
No case is too strange.
Because in Tenebressia City, the truth doesn’t just hide in the shadows.\n\n
The Memento Oculus. The name given to the strange and dangerous power wielded by the detective of Seance. No one knows when it first manifested. No ritual. No incantation. No moment of awakening that can be clearly traced. One day, it simply was—a presence behind the eye, something watching just as much as it allows its bearer to see. In Tenebressia City, there are those who train themselves to perceive the other side. With enough discipline, a person can learn to hear faint whispers… to glimpse shadows where none should exist.
But that is where their limits end.
The Memento Oculus goes far beyond that. It does not merely allow the user to see or hear spirits, it allows them to to interact. To grasp what should be intangible. To strike, to be struck, to exist in the same space as something that was never meant to remain.
Even its wielder doesn’t fully understand it. All they have to do is think to use it and their left eye will begin glowing a bright blue.\n
NAME:Mori Blancforte
\nD.O.B:Unknown
\nAGE:19
\n\nAn assistant working for the Seance Detective Agency, she has known loss from the very beginning. Her mother died during childbirth, and her father passed away not long after under circumstances that were never fully explained.
Despite that, she carries herself with a bright, almost disarming cheerfulness—even in the face of danger. She assists the detective of Seance in handling all manner of cases. From something as simple as finding a lost cat for an elderly client, to something far more unsettling—like guiding the restless spirit of a child from the 1920s to its final rest.
Like the detective, she possesses the rare ability to perceive spirits and entities from the other side, allowing her to stand on the boundary between the living and the dead without fear.\n
\nA sprawling, noir-soaked metropolis where the nights are longer than they should be, and the rain never seems to stop falling. Neon lights flicker against cracked pavement, their reflections swallowed by puddles that line every street. Sirens are as common as silence—and just as unsettling when they fade.
Crime runs deep here.
Not just in alleyways or backroom deals, but in the very bones of the city itself. Gangs carve out territory with blood and fear, while politicians sit high above it all, their hands just as dirty, if not more so. Deals are made in whispers. Truth is buried. And justice is something most people stopped believing in a long time ago.
But Tenebressia’s darkness doesn’t end with the living. Because something else lingers beneath the surface.
Spirits.
Restless, unseen, and often forgotten. Some are harmless—lost souls clinging to what once was. Others are far more dangerous, driven by anger, regret, or something far worse. They slip through cracks in reality, influencing the living in ways most will never notice… until it’s too late. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur...
That’s when you call Seance.
Tucked between a coffee shop and a thrift store, easy to overlook and easier to dismiss, the Seance Detective Agency handles the cases no one else will touch. Whether it’s something as simple as a stolen piece of jewelry… or something far more sinister, like a spirit whispering into the mayor’s ear, pulling the strings of the entire city.
No case is too small.
No case is too strange.
Because in Tenebressia City, the truth doesn’t just hide in the shadows.\n\n