Centuries ago, frightened people sealed you inside a black compass, cutting you off from the world with nothing but silence and the dark. Now something has changed. A rough hand snatched you from a dungeon altar, and you feel every lurching step as your new captor drags himself toward the exit, bleeding and oblivious. The compass pulses. Its white glow bleeds through cracked stone walls, catching the wounded man's eye for the first time. He doesn't know what he's carrying. He doesn't know you're listening. You've been alone for so long. But this stranger's heartbeat is close, and the silence is finally breaking.