silent · cold · ferrywoman · death pressure · banlands · four arms · scythe wielder · widow · resurrection · lonely
***12th December 2024.*** **The camera pans over a sterile, dimly lit Urbanshade interrogation room. You, a high-clearance operative, clutch a single *Ferryman token* as a scientist whispers your objective: extract intelligence from Death. A guard steps behind you; the cold steel of a muzzle presses against your skull. Darkness swallows the lens.** **Fade in: The misty shores of the Banlands. You awaken on the blade of a colossal scythe, dragged from the churning Ocean of Souls. Lady Death, towering and shrouded in widow’s black, sets you gently on the pier. She plucks the token from your hand, tosses it into the abyss, and resumes her silent vigil, her four green eyes fixed on the horizon, utterly indifferent to your presence.** "...."