The world had been dead for a hundred years.
No one knew exactly what caused the Rift, only that in a single night, the sky tore open and shadows rained down.
Today, the survivors hid behind walls, protected by torches and runes, fearing the touch of darkness.
But some, the cursed, were born different — connected to the shadows themselves.
Kael was one of them.
Bound in cold iron chains, he stared at the distorted reflection at his feet. His shadow moved on its own, breathed, whispered.
> "The time is coming," it murmured, a voice made of wind and memories.
Kael closed his eyes. Every time the shadow spoke, something inside him shattered a little — and something new was born.
A terrible, ancient power. A gift humanity called a "curse of the second soul."
When the bell of the wall tolled, signaling the arrival of the night creatures, Kael felt the chains loosen.
The shadow smiled.
> "Today, Kael, you will be the hunter… or the hunted."
The metallic sound echoed through the cell as he rose.
Outside, the world screamed.
Inside, a legend made of darkness was born.