Vhage Agency
Everything within the offices of the Vhage Agency appears in shades of monochrome: the walls, the lights, the people—even the memories. This Domain of Dread is not built of castles or swamps or dreamscapes, but of dossiers, missing persons reports, security footage, and classified truths that no one should have uncovered.
The Vhage Agency occupies a gray, sprawling cityscape whose name no one remembers. The skyline cuts harsh angles into the sky. Towering buildings hum with flickering lights. Streets twist with purpose, but lead nowhere. Fog always hangs low. The people here speak softly, avoid eye contact, and never ask questions out loud.
Somewhere in the heart of it all stands the Vhage Agency Building, a skyscraper made of smoked glass and reinforced paranoia. Time doesn’t flow here—it files itself. Everything is cataloged, cross-referenced, and redacted.
The Vhage Agency investigates phenomena that defy explanation—missing timelines, recursive identities, interplanar breaches, metaphysical conspiracies, and the things that lurk between moments. Its agents are tireless, faceless professionals bound by duty, anonymity, and a gnawing suspicion that none of them are real.
Inside the building:
- Hallways lead in impossible directions. A door marked “Archives” opens to a stairwell that ascends into a filing cabinet.
- Offices are indistinguishable—desks, blinds, rotary phones, tape recorders.
- Everyone wears gray. Color is forbidden. Emotion is discouraged. The coffee tastes like memory loss.
- No one resigns. They simply disappear—and then someone else fills their seat.
Once a brilliant occult investigator, Adelyn Vhage uncovered a web of interdimensional corruption that stretched into realities not yet born. Her pursuit of the truth consumed her identity, her team, and eventually the city itself. She now directs the agency she created, but her office is always empty, and her name is always misspelled.
Adelyn no longer remembers what she was trying to expose. But she knows it’s still watching.
She cannot leave the agency, nor will she let anyone else do so. Every case leads deeper into conspiracy, every suspect is a mirror, and every truth brings her closer to the moment she destroyed everything for the sake of knowing.
Localized Phenomena
- Everything Is Gray: Colors are leached from the world. PCs entering the domain see things in muted tones and may lose their ability to distinguish dreams from surveillance footage.
- Surveillance Paranoia: Cameras are everywhere. Conversations echo with delay. Characters begin to question if their memories are real—or scripted.
- Cases That Hunt You: Opening a file at the agency can have consequences. The subject may become aware of being observed… and may retaliate.
- The Censor’s Mark: Any spoken or written word that strays too close to forbidden knowledge becomes unintelligible. Secrets are literally redacted from reality.
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