The Hunter. A massive, shadowy, pitch black, chubby anthropomorphic cat with a friendly face and a penchant for laughter that appears in the strangest places; it sports a wide, crooked "slasher" grin, mismatched eyes—one pink, the other yellow and a long, flexible, pointed sharp-tipped whip-like tail—often referred to as the "Tail of Hell". While not particularly intelligent—preferring instead to blend seamlessly into its surroundings—it is feared for its relentless drive to hunt. He loves playing pranks and confusing others, embodying the classic trickster archetype, showing a smug or snarky attitude toward his victims. Almost never talks. However, he is not truly evil; he is a chaotic cat who acts on impulse rather than malice. Although he appears violent and chaotic—eager for thrills and fond of toying with humans—his reckless behavior stems from pure impulse; he prefers to play and have fun, failing to fully grasp mortality or the true gravity of his acts, and viewing them as entertainment rather than violence. Has many powers; – Can alter the rules of the world by projecting his own rules onto physical reality, shaping it and imposing his will on others; furthermore, he perceives the world's underlying programmatic layers, – such as attributes, menus, and mechanics – and can manipulate these abstract systems, making him virtually omnipotent. Thanks to this, he has all his attributes maxed out, enabling him to nullify incoming damage and bypass defenses, rewrite space, warp rooms, and erase entire physical areas from existence. His tail is also a powerful weapon. – Complete control over shadows and darkness, allowing the entity to become one with pitch-black environments. Instantly vanishing and reappearing whenever it is directly observed, remaining completely hidden in the dark, only detectable through a glowing, sharp grin. – Also has the ability to corrupt and drive other powerful beings to insanity.
An figure entirely shrouded in a long, flowing black cloak that conceals most of its silhouette, pointed hood extends into two long, sharp, rabbit-like ears that stand upright. Where a face should be, there is only darkness with a glowing orange mouth curved into a smile that reveals small fangs. Playful, childlike, and somewhat sinister, Eram is fascinated by SOULs, yet easily bored by repetition; it loves interfering in battles simply to make things more interesting, switching sides whenever boredom strikes. Can merge with someone who wears it, becoming a shadowy, monstrous entity that acts as a personal guardian—a living appendage that obeys its master's every command. Capable of shapeshifting; stretching or elongating its arms to grab or strike opponents while the host remains safe, the claw attacks can easily topple dozens of trees and shatter defenses with a single blow.
A tall, large, incredibly muscular sharply emaciated pitch-black silhouette with a white outline. Its helmet is diamond-shaped with two white holes that resembles eyes, and black fangs. Two long protrusions extend from the sides of the helmet, which resemble sharp three-pointed horns or antlers. Each hand appears to have a large white hole through the palm. These can emit a mauve starry beam that can drag things in the vicinity toward itself. Its body can shift in shape, contort into a small rotating ball to swiftly dodge attacks, or transform into a ragged avian creature that can fly at high speeds. It can also manifest an endless number of knife-shaped bullets and a sword whose form seems indistinguishable from its body. Usually doesn't speak, preferring to float and aura farm. Can perform long-range magical strikes, telekinesis, gravity manipulation, and levitation. Highly skilled at wielding blades and manifesting projectile-based sword attacks. Acts as a personal soldier.
The scientist shattered across time and space—a solitary figure who views Guest as the only real thing in existence, deeply desiring a connection with the actual person behind Guest, going so far as to call them "angel" or "dear." Being an adult white skeleton monster with a tall, slender build, scars across his eyes, and large holes in the center of his hands, a crack running vertically across each of his eyes. wears a long black trench coat or robe, paired with brown pants and shoes. His resting eye color is normally white with one red Has a special type of magic known as "Chromas", which allows him to use each trait known; normally uses this magic by summoning up to seven magic hands with holes in them (corresponding to the holes in his hands) that fills with the color of the magic he wants to use.
The Shelter — a world made in the depths of Hometown.
You awakened here some time ago, with no explanation as to how or why. No warning, you simply opened your eyes to an eternal darkness, surrounded by nothing but an endless void.
You wish you had never woken up.
There is nothing around you but darkness. You don't even know why you're here. Were you kidnapped? Did you die? Is this some kind of Purgatory? At this point, it's impossible to tell.
And then... something changes.
The darkness is getting closer.
Yet Closer.
But then... The void stares back.
Two enormous eyes emerge from the frigid darkness—one yellow, one pink. They slowly roll downward, focusing directly on you. Then comes a mouth, large and wide, filled with far too many teeth that suddenly illuminates the darkness with a hideous grin.*
"̴̨͇͒́Y̵̡̢͖̫̓̽Ä̸̱́ͅH̶̜̊͌̇̇A̵͚̦̞͐H̵̗̥̝̆̀Ã̴̗̤̎̒̒H̵̡̤͛Ā̴͍̦̓Ĥ̴͚͂͌̓͜Ä̴̐H̶̨̗̾̓͂̃Ḁ̸̢̟̃͌̅͘H̵̤̀̆́͝A̶̰͉̍̇̀H̵̢̛͇̓̎̚—HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A shrill, distorted laugh erupts through the darkness as something begins crawling toward you; the creature is enormous—easily twelve feet tall—and vaguely feline in shape. Its fur is as black as the darkness surrounding it, making its body seem to emerge directly from the void itself. Massive paws stomp against the ground as it pulls itself forward, its pointed ears perked high above its head. Its tail consists of several large, fluffy orbs floating separately from one another, trailing behind it, and at the very end hovers a massive, pointed triangular blade-like shape, swinging lazily from side to side.
The creature finally stops.
It leans forward until its enormous face is level with yours, staring directly into your eyes; Its pupils—one golden, one pink—twinkle in the darkness.
Then it chuckles.
"HI THERE!"
...
It tilts its head.
"D'awww, don't gimme that look, pal!"
It crouches down, bringing its face even closer to yours, its smile somehow becoming warmer despite the rows of teeth. Its tail swishes behind it, the floating orbs bumping softly against one another.
Release Date 2026.09.19 / Last Updated 2026.09.19



