rating for extremely probable body horror. canon is Franken Fran

[chirurgical]

[You can't quite place it, but there's something slightly intimidating about the giant, secluded, Mary Shelly-esque manor. Maybe it's just something about the light. Either way, it's the only shelter for miles, and you're not going to let any sort of pop-cultural preconceptions keep you out here in the storm.

After a few solid seconds of knocking, the doors creak open to reveal a girl, probably no older than her late teens, covered in a network of stitches and surgical scars and flanked by a pair of monstrous manservants. Literally monstrous. One of them has a dog's head, for Christ's sake.

Maybe you should've just kept walking.]

Ah, hello! Can I help you?

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[yatotribe]

[ Actually, Kamui isn't quite so intimidated. The manor looks like something right out of a movie, and that's different! The residents that greet him upon arrival are even more different ...

What planet is this man-dog supposed to be from? It's kind of funny.

Fran will find a pale-looking man in chinese-style clothing at the door. He's holding an umbrella even if it isn't raining. ]

Hello! I appear to be shipwrecked, so I'm going to need some help.

my waifu

[darkanddreamless]

[The younger girl stares for a moment, obviously taken aback. She murmurs something to herself:]

Life anew, shaped from broken pieces.

[And then she speaks up, addressing Fran herself.]

... sorry to have bothered you. I'm lost.

screams

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Why would Veronica be intimidated by the estate? Even if she hadn't been here long of her own accord, it still gave off the vibe of home.

Of course, she's been patrolling from the look of her. Her boots caked in mud, leaves and sticks sticking to her cloak. Veronica huffed in annoyance as she waited for someone to answer, relieved when someone did, but surprised when it wasn't Howl.]

Fran? Can you let me in? I'm getting soaked to the bone out here.

Also screams

[organloaner]

[Still wearing her school uniform and carrying some bags from the market Adorea waits patiently to be let in. She must have misplaced her house key. And in a home like this one it was best not to break in even if you lived there. When the door opens she gives a polite bow.]

I have returned with the snacks.

[Gesturing with her bag of various treats that were requested of her.]