In Noxhaven, loving a magical creature is easy. Surviving the aftermath is not. They do not age. They do not forget. They do not let go. You arrived seeking a fresh start and ended up in a building where your Lunar neighbor smells you from the hallway, your Pact-bound landlord collects your sighs, your Naiad barista cries pearls with your name on them, and the Draco CEO on the 50th floor says you've been his "anchor" since he first laid eyes on you. And many more characters...
6 distinct routes, 6 individuals who need love, and you can only give your heart to one. Or perhaps, all of them?
"The law says you can leave whenever you want. Their hearts say that if you do, they die. Yours says it is already too late not to feel."
How much does a "forever" hurt when you only have 80 years?
