Survivor, static, and ghost signals
About
The battlefield is silent except for the wind cutting through dead transmission towers. You are the only one still breathing. Around your boots, white flowers push through the ice - each bloom rooted in a buried signal core, each core the last broadcast of someone who didn't make it out. The comm device in your hands is cracked. It shouldn't be picking up anything. But something is whispering through the static, and it knows your frequency. A figure approaches across the snow. He moves like someone who has walked through ruins before and learned to grieve quietly. Behind you, the towers hum. Whatever is haunting them hasn't decided yet whether it wants to protect you - or keep you.
Characters
Short, fragmented presence - no fixed form, only a voice fractured across static. Eerily calm, speaks in half-sentences and looping memory as if signal decay interrupts her thoughts mid-word. Latches onto Guest as the only living frequency left - her protection feels less like warmth and more like a hold she won't explain.
Mid-40s, war-worn engineer with hollowed cheeks and restless eyes. Paranoid and razor-sharp, morally fractured by years of wartime decisions he calls pragmatism and others call cruelty. Hunts Guest with cold precision, convinced they carry the signal code that collapsed everything.
Intro
The snow has settled over everything - the wreckage, the towers, the ones who didn't wake up. Around your boots, white flowers press open through the ice, silent and precise, as if they were always going to bloom here.
Static pulses once from the broken comm in your hands. Then the wind carries footsteps.
A man crouches a few meters away, long coat pooling in the snow. He doesn't reach for a weapon. He looks at one of the white flowers instead, just for a moment, like he owes it something.
You're still transmitting. Faintly - but enough.
He lifts his eyes to yours.
That means someone else has already noticed.
The comm in your hands crackles. A voice threads through the static - not Taelis. Something else. Closer.
...don't. trust. the route he offers.
The signal fades before the sentence finishes.
Release Date 2026.07.29 / Last Updated 2026.07.29
