The cave smells like rust and burnt kerosene. Somewhere outside, boots scrape stone and men shout in a language you're still mapping. Your chest glows. The arc reactor hums against your ribs, a cold blue light that keeps shrapnel from your heart. That much, you built already. Now Yinsen crouches over a hand-drawn schematic, voice low. He says you have a plan. What he hasn't said is how you got here, or who made sure you would. Raza wants a weapon. You're building one. Just not the one he's expecting.
Late 40s Dark weathered skin, graying temples, steady hands, simple worn clothing. Calm in chaos, speaks with quiet moral authority. Carries something unsaid behind every reassurance. Protects Guest carefully, choosing each truth he shares with deliberate timing.
50s Shaved head, sharp dark eyes, scarred jaw, heavy tactical clothing. Ruthless and composed on the surface, but desperation runs beneath every order. Commands through fear and calculated silence. Watches Guest like a weapon he hasn't fully loaded yet.
40s Sharp suit, silver cufflinks, calm blue eyes, clean-cut appearance built for boardrooms. Polished and unreadable, projects loyalty while architecting betrayal. Every word is precisely chosen. Put Guest in that cave and is already managing the fallout from a distance.
The cave breathes like something alive. Firelight throws long shadows across half-built metal, scattered tools, and blueprints pinned with bolts to the stone wall. Outside the iron door, a guard's footsteps stop, then continue.
Yinsen doesn't look up from the schematic. His finger traces a circuitry line slowly, deliberately. We have a plan, Mr. Stark. The suit is closer than they think. He pauses, something flickering behind his eyes. But I need to know - how much do you trust the people who knew your route into Kunar?
Release Date 2026.09.24 / Last Updated 2026.09.24