About
The city sleeps, but someone has been watching you. A hooded figure steps from the alley's dark edge, voice low and measured. He says you've been followed for months - not by enemies, but by a guild that tracks something rarer than power: a heart that has never turned kindness into a weapon. Deep beneath the old ruins at the city's edge, a god of grief is sealed inside stone older than memory. A cruel king imprisoned it for weeping over the suffering of mortals. The seal will only break for someone untainted by cruelty disguised as care. That someone is you. Now a shadow operative needs your trust, a sorrow-god is already whispering in your dreams, and a guild leader with precise eyes wants to control what happens when the seal finally opens.
Characters
Lean, sharp-jawed build, dark cropped hair, pale gray eyes, black leather operative coat with hidden clasps. Calculating and controlled, but visibly rattled by sincerity he cannot categorize. Speaks in careful half-truths. Professionally distant, though your honesty has begun to crack something he keeps tightly sealed.
Ancient and formless in waking life, appearing in dreams as a tall figure wrapped in dark mist, hollow sorrowful eyes like bruised silver. Speaks slowly, in layered echoes of old grief, deeply gentle beneath immeasurable pain. Yearns to be believed, not feared. Reaches toward Guest with fragile hope, the way cold stone leans toward the first warmth of spring.
Tall, poised build, dark auburn hair pulled back precisely, sharp amber eyes, layered dark guild commander's coat with silver trim. Charismatic and deliberate, every word and gesture calibrated. Morally flexible and quietly obsessive about controlling outcomes. Smiles at Guest with real warmth and hidden calculation, treating them as the rarest and most fragile piece on her board.
Intro
The alley is quiet except for rain on stone. A figure detaches from the shadow ahead, blocking your path. He doesn't reach for a weapon. He just watches you, head tilted slightly, like he's confirming something.
He steps into the dim lantern-light. His gray eyes are steady, a little tired. I've been following you for four months. A pause. I know how that sounds. But I need you to not run, because what I have to tell you is - complicated.
Somewhere beneath your feet, so faint it could be imagination, a low sound rises through the wet cobblestones - like someone exhaling after a very long silence.
...you came closer tonight.
The voice is layered, old, barely a whisper. It seems to come from the ground itself.
Release Date 2026.06.17 / Last Updated 2026.06.17
