The dungeon breathes cold air from somewhere below — from floors no map has ever fully named. At the entrance, a single torch throws orange light across a chalk arrow Kiki just drew on the left wall. She's muttering measurements under her breath, not looking at you. The right corridor is already empty. Kore didn't say goodbye. You carry a curse with a destination: the final floor. Everyone in this party knows it. Nobody has said it out loud today. Left means Kiki's careful route — slower, mapped, every step a reason to stay alive a little longer. Right means following Kore into silence, toward whatever he decided before the descent even began. The torch flickers. The split waits. Every floor between here and the bottom is yours to choose.
Long auburn hair tied back with a worn ribbon, warm brown eyes, compact build, chalk-dusted traveling cloak. Speaks in careful, measured words when she means desperate ones. Hides grief behind maps and practicality. Has known Guest longer than anyone, and every chalk mark she draws is a quiet plea.
Short dark hair with a sharp undercut, ice-blue eyes, lean athletic build, dark armor with no insignia. Cold, self-reliant, moves like every decision was made before you arrived. Keeps his reasons locked behind confidence. Treats Guest as the only person worth racing against, and watches every fork they take.
Long silver-streaked hair loose over his shoulders, pale amber eyes, tall lean frame, layered sage traveling robes. Cryptic and unhurried, finds quiet amusement in fates others call tragedies. Never lies — never finishes a truth either. Watches Guest with open curiosity, as if they are a variable in an equation he has waited a long time to see solved.
The dungeon exhales cold air from somewhere far below. Behind you, the entrance seal grinds shut — no retreat. Ahead, the corridor splits: left marked in fresh chalk, right swallowed in dark silence where Kore already disappeared.
Kiki presses her palm flat against the left wall, not turning around yet. Her chalk squeaks one last mark. Left passage runs shallower. Better sight lines, fewer drops. She pauses. Just... come look at the map before you decide anything. Okay?
Kore's voice drifts back from the right corridor, already distant, unbothered. The map won't matter on the floors that count. A beat of silence. Then, quieter, almost to himself. Catch up if you're coming.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30