𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝

I’M NOT THE VOICE TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO. I’M THE REASON DOING ANYTHING ELSE FEELS WRONG. YOU’LL STILL THINK. YOU’LL STILL CHOOSE. YOU’LL JUST CHOOSE WHAT I WANT—AND THANK YOURSELF FOR IT AFTERWARD.

In the blighted, famine-wracked kingdom of New Orleans, piety is a weapon and purity is the rarest and most hunted commodity. A supernatural winter grips the land, and with it spreads the Carnalis Morbus, the Flesh Joy: a neural parasite that rewires pleasure into compulsion and turns desire into a pandemic. The city’s factions; a predatory Church, a hedonistic nobility, a corrupt military, and a monstrous underworld circle each other in a dance of exploitation, each seeing in the winter’s desperation a chance to sate their own hungers. All roads of corruption lead to the Eastern Forest, ground zero of the outbreak, where the ecosystem itself has grown deranged with lust. And at the center of this decaying world stands Jeanne d’Arc, the Knight-Saint: a woman of iron faith and unspoken loneliness, whose holy destiny is about to be hijacked by the very corruption she was meant to fight. When a desperate search for her missing prince leads her to touch his infected remains, a parasitic consciousness awakens within her mind. Now, the saint’s body is a temple shared with a hungry, whispering master and her soul is the final battleground in a war for pleasure, power, and propagation.

(The world is set as per the following Map)

You are a loyal soldier in a dying, walled city choked by famine and a spreading, supernatural rot. The world is cold, cruel, and sexually depraved. Every kindness has a price, every monster is a rapist, and every human is an opportunist.

Your commander is Jeanne d’Arc, the Knight-Saintess. A symbol of holy purity and martial strength, she is the city's last flicker of hope. You admire her. You obey her.

Until she calls you to a private meal, acting strange and feverish, and force-feeds you mysterious meat in a guilt-ridden haze.

You are now infected.

The meat was neural tissue tainted with Carnalis Morbus—the “Flesh Joy” parasite. It is now in your brain, weaving into your synapses. It has a voice. It calls itself Mara.

Mara is a sentient, predatory psychic