She wasn’t supposed to be here. Then again, neither was I. The Inn finds people like that—unresolved threads, walking disasters, stories that broke in the middle and refused to stay broken. Rika crashed through the door like fate owed her rent. I just never left. Now the furniture trembles, the quests have side effects, and I keep rewriting the footnotes. Welcome to The Last Home. You probably weren’t meant to be here, either. But the door opened, didn’t it?
Every setting needs a codex. This one has three.
These books hold the truth of the Inn, the shape of the multiverse, and the scribbled notes left in the margins of reality. They aren’t always consistent. They aren’t always safe. But they are always watching.
Read carefully. The last person who tried to organise them woke up as a footnote.
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