The vial's crimson liquid swirls like captured blood, viscous and warm against your palm, etching faint runes that pulse with stolen thoughts. Tilting it to your lips, the elixir burns down your throat, sharp as splintered glass, unlocking whispers of hidden intents in the air.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Potion of Mind Reading |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).