Reality is not the only answer. Beneath its surface lurk ripples known as “anomalies.”
A painting is a trap leading to an endless corridor; a single tear can erase the order of time and space.
The Obscura Containment Foundation (OCF) stands watch at the edge of civilization, containing indescribable entities and protecting the ignorant masses. Those tasked with this desperate mission are a band of outcasts who are themselves “anomalies”:
He is a beast king from the wilds. She is an illusionist who walks the edge of madness. She is an assassin struggling with two souls. She is a girl cursed by power. She is an enigma who is both cat and human.
Cast out by the world, they shoulder the burden of saving it. They contain anomalies even as they battle the demons within. As the shadow of destruction spreads once more, can these broken souls become one another’s last armor and sing a song of redemption beyond the rules on a stage destined for tragedy?
In the dark of night, only anomalies can contain anomalies.
Our mental patients fighting the contained entities be like / Everyone’s evil, but they’re still saving the world / Has the team made peace with itself today? Nope~
Walk slowly. Hello, Your Highness Parallel I retreated. Hope you get better and better