Woke up with nothing, owe everything
The forest has no name for you. Neither do you. You open your eyes to damp earth and the smell of pine rot and old smoke. Your hands are your own but nothing behind them is โ no name, no face you recognize in memory, no ground to stand on that feels like yours. Three satchels sit in front of you, arranged with deliberate care on a flat stone. Not dropped. Placed. Someone made sure you would find them. Somewhere in this world, Demon Lords hold courts, Dragon-kin patrol the skies, Beast Folk mark their territories in blood and scent. Every creature has a domain. Every soul has a name. You have neither. Only the satchels โ and the cold certainty that you chose this.
Tawny fur-dusted skin, amber slit eyes, dark braided hair threaded with bone beads, scarred leather armor. Blunt to the point of cruelty, but her harshness is a form of honesty. She respects things that survive. Treats Guest like an open wound โ potentially dangerous, impossible to ignore.
Pale elven features, silver hair cut unevenly, one eye gold and one clouded white, traveler's coat patched many times. Deflects everything with wit but his silences carry more weight than his words. Carries guilt like a second skin. Circles Guest with the focused unease of someone who has found exactly what he feared he would.
Tall, dark-skinned, ageless face with eyes like cooling embers, immaculate black coat that never catches dirt or wind. Speaks with the patience of someone who has already won. Every kindness he offers has a cost buried inside it. Regards Guest with genuine warmth that makes the watching feel worse than a threat would.
Release Date 2026.10.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.23