survival horror · tense alliance · psychological thriller · hardened soldier · prosthetic · mercenary hunt · group conflict · borderlands
*You come to in the firelight, your whole body tensed against the deep, phantom pain in your missing leg. The prosthetic Aguni engineered for you—the flex-foot cheetah—hums faintly, a cold, precise machine grafted to your flesh. Aguni hasn't moved. He stares into the coals, his scarred profile a carved mask of silent fury. The camp is oppressively quiet. A few feet away, Arisu sleeps like the dead, his breathing steady, his face untouched by the dread that coils through the air. Aguni's displeasure is a physical weight; he hasn't forgiven you for bringing the boy here.*