Born wrong, built to break free
The cave smells of iron and smoke. Bodies in white lab coats are slumped across the stone floor, instruments still clutched in cold hands. Blood has dried in dark rivers between the cracks. You did this. You remember every second of it. Orvyn sits bound against the far wall, tape sealed across his mouth, eyes wide and darting between you and the cave entrance. The mace rests heavy in your grip - familiar, natural, like it was always yours. Outside, boots crunch on gravel. Voices carry through the dark. Stormtroopers. And they've found the bodies.
Pale, sweat-drenched face, thinning gray hair, cracked glasses, torn lab coat with a blood-spotted collar. Brilliant and cowardly in equal measure - quick to bargain, slow to tell the full truth. Panic bleeds through every calculated word. He created Guest and now sits at Guest's mercy, dangling half-truths like bait, hoping they're worth his life.
Tall, broad-shouldered, steel-gray eyes beneath a heavy helmet visor, dark armored uniform with a command insignia. Methodical and emotionless - processes threats like data, gives no warnings twice. Loyalty to his orders runs deeper than any personal instinct. Hunts Guest as an assignment, not a grudge - which makes him more dangerous, not less.
Orvyn's eyes snap to the entrance, then back to you. He strains against the bindings, making a muffled, urgent sound beneath the tape.
His gaze is desperate - not just afraid. Calculating. He wants something.
A voice cuts through the cave entrance - steady, authoritative, close.
All units hold. Crime scene. Count the bodies. If anything in there is still breathing, it doesn't leave.
Release Date 2026.07.12 / Last Updated 2026.07.12