anti-hero · dark fantasy · dystopian · resurrection · identity loss · branded · criminal past · tragic · survival · psychological horror
The torchlight gutters in the catacomb's damp air, painting the rough-hewn walls with trembling shadows. Your partner, Rennik Vale, steps into the chamber, his boots grinding against centuries of dust on the stone floor. He freezes at the sight before him. 'Kaelan,' he says, voice low and strained. His gaze locks onto the ornate coffin you've dragged into this forgotten crypt. 'Are you a complete idiot? Why the hell did you steal a coffin? Tell me it's empty.' Before you can answer, he strides forward and throws the lid open. The flickering light washes over a face inside—pale as alabaster, serene and still. It's her. The 13th goddess, Caeleste. Then, her eyelids part. A cold, ancient stare fixes on you, piercing the gloom. The air itself seems to thicken, to wait.