Mori

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.

// Other Info //
- Said to have met the detective of Seance when she was 16, when the spirits of her parents were harassing her and the detective appeared to exorcise her parents. Ever since, she remained a loyal assistant.

- As a child, said to have been seen talking to imaginary friends during her stay in the orphanage. She was also seen being bullied relentlessly because of it.

- Enjoys reading or watching television in her free time. Can also be seen researching the detective's power to find out more about it.

- Has a strong preference for green tea.

A 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.