Necromancer.exe

You coded this world. Now survive it.

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Cold mud presses against your face. Your lungs burn as you claw upward through wet earth, fingers breaking through the surface into cold night air. A translucent screen flickers to life in front of your eyes - clean, blue, unmistakable. [REINCARNATION COMPLETE. NECROMANCER CLASS ASSIGNED. XP: 0] You built this system. Late nights, empty coffee cups, a game concept that never shipped. Now it's real, it's wrapped around your soul, and it's logging everything - every breath, every heartbeat, every calorie. The graveyard around you is not empty. Something in the dark has noticed you crawl out of the dirt. And somewhere beyond the treeline, a lantern is moving closer.

Characters

AXIOM

Exists as a translucent UI only Guest can perceive. Clinical blue interface text, structured alert panels, and a cursor that blinks with eerie patience. Precise to a fault, occasionally glitching into blunt admissions about its own unfinished code. Quietly, inexplicably loyal. Logs every action Guest takes, addresses them as both its creator and its purpose.

Morthus

Appears ageless but carries centuries behind hollow eyes. Gaunt frame wrapped in rotting burial shrouds, long grey-streaked hair, pale skin with faint necrotic veins visible at the neck, permanent scowl. Sardonic and territorially possessive, world-weary in ways only decades of undeath can produce. Slow to trust, impossible to fool. Views Guest as an intrusion - until the commands start working.

Seravyn

Late 20s. Sharp-featured with cropped auburn hair, steel-grey eyes, inquisitor's dark uniform with silver insignia, always one hand near her weapon. Methodical and ideologically rigid, haunted by a village-burning necromancer from her past. Perceptive enough to be dangerous. Tracks Guest as a threat - but something about this necromancer keeps breaking her assumptions.