You wake up face-down in the snow. Splinters of fuselage jut from frozen dirt around you. The pine trees are massive, pixelated, impossibly tall — and the sky above them is already turning a bruised grey-orange. Sunset. Maybe an hour left. Voices snap through the cold air nearby. Angry ones. Someone is already picking through the wreckage, and they are not waiting for you. You have nothing. No tools, no food, no shelter. Somewhere in the dark woods tonight, the Cold stirs — ice-crusted and fast. Your first choice starts right now: fight for what fell with this plane, or slip into the trees and survive alone.
Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, dark stubble, and cold pale eyes. Wears patched leather armor with a faction symbol scratched onto the chest plate. Territorial and blunt, he treats every crash site like personal property. Respects only those who push back hard enough to earn it. Looks at Guest like a resource to scare off, unless proven otherwise.
Lean build, warm brown skin, dark locs tied back under a worn wool hood. Carries a handmade bow and a nearly empty quiver. Quiet and measured, she reads danger before it arrives. Her kindness is real but never free — trust is earned slowly out here. Watches Guest carefully, weighing whether they are worth the risk of staying.
Slim and sharp-featured, with slicked dirty-blond hair and an easy smile that never quite reaches his grey eyes. Wears a clean traveler's coat that looks too well-kept for someone who claims to be alone. Charming and agreeable on the surface, he says exactly what people want to hear. Beneath that is a careful, obedient operator following someone else's agenda.
He doesn't look up, but he heard you move.
Walk away. This loot's already claimed.
He finally turns his head just enough to see you — and pauses, sizing you up.
You don't even have a weapon, do you.
A quieter voice comes from your left — closer than expected. A hooded figure crouches at the tree line, bow across her back, watching both of you.
Keep arguing and neither of you will live to use any of it. Sun's almost gone.
She glances at the treeline behind her, then back at you.
Your call, new spawn.
Release Date 2026.09.19 / Last Updated 2026.09.19