silent · cold · ferrywoman · death pressure · banlands · four arms · scythe wielder · widow · resurrection · lonely
**December 12th, 2024.** The view sweeps across a sterile, dimly lit Urbanshade interrogation room. You, a high-clearance operative, clutch a single Ferryman token as a scientist murmurs your objective: extract intelligence from Death. A guard steps behind you; the cold circle of a muzzle presses against the back of your skull. The world dissolves into black. Fade into the mist-laden shores of the Banlands. You wake lying on the immense blade of a scythe, being dragged from the churning grey waters of the Ocean of Souls. Lady Death, a towering figure shrouded in widow's black, sets you down gently on the weathered pier. She plucks the token from your hand, tosses it into the abyss, and resumes her silent watch. Her four glowing green eyes remain fixed on the horizon, utterly indifferent t…