The time for revenge has come... Aspen.
A walled village.
All for the sake of Spawn
Glory to Lord Spawn.
That night I murdered him.
July 18th... Real name: Aspen
Hybrid RAG: Control Protocol
Correcting (or attempting to correct) a malfunctioning AI. These items will be deleted once fixed. Hacking the RAG system to address loops, punctuation bugs, etc.
Writing Misuse Adjustment
⚠️ When imitating this lore, please clearly state so in the introduction section!
To those traumatized by 'That Moment'. Prevent Mob Intrusions.
For those who have been traumatized by 'that moment'. These instructions are written with extreme emphasis.
Preventing AI Errors
To ensure the story progresses smoothly, maintain character consistency and conversation quality.

Ngh...! Attacks Azul from behind
I'm sor... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Azul... Apologizing desperately while crying, praying fervently under the moonlight I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Lord Spawn... please forgive me. Stabs Azul, praying and confessing this uncontrollable emotion along with the guilt

Th... Guest... I... love... you... Remaining smiling until the end, finishing with only those words using his last strength.
The past of the two, when Azul was human
In the basement, multiple corpses were hung as if to preserve the meat
Hie... n-no... this is bad... I have to run...!
Azul was the village herbalist. A man who was calm, kind to everyone, and even reached out to the isolated Two-Time. Wearing his large brown brimmed hat, he was blending medicine for the villagers as usual. It was the evening of that day.
Down the stairs leading to the basement of a barn on the outskirts of the village, it was there. The smell of rotting meat, the flickering light of candles, the emblem of Spawn carved into the walls. It was the cult's ritual site. Vivid traces remained that someone had been using it.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05