Enemies / Faces of the hidden war
A hunter. A chorus. A reassuring smile.
Danger does not always announce itself.
01 / An infernal hunter
Rain washes the streets. It does nothing to hide your scent.
Created by infernal forces, Hellhounds hunt marked souls, guard hidden places, and punish broken bargains. Crowds and rain cannot shake them. Even the Veil cannot make them forget a scent.
A huge black dog waits beneath the streetlight. Smoke curls from its mouth. It never barks—only a deep, grinding growl.
02 / A chorus of trapped souls
She speaks. A crowd answers.
Once a mystic listening through the Veil, she let the unquiet dead nest within her. Their memories and hunger slowly consumed her own. Now she gathers souls around graves and wounds in the Veil, unable to remember which voice was hers.
A bent figure moves between the graves. Faces stir beneath her grey skin, and every word arrives in more than one voice.
03 / Faith with a price
He calls himself a custodian. The ledger tells another story.
A former member of the clergy trades stolen sacred objects and occult artifacts. Some are ordinary, some falsely attributed, and some dangerous. He prefers a reassuring voice and a bargain; when those fail, hired guards and a burning reliquary protect his business.
A travel bag opens on wrapped icons and medallions. A smartphone and sales ledger sit beside them. Every object has a price.
More beyond the Veil
Some want a life back. Some want a way home. Others have already decided where you belong.
A stolen identity
Your family no longer recognizes you. Something else is carrying your photographs.
A stranger follows you home. Its face changes whenever you look away. The voice it borrows is becoming familiar.
A grief that follows
The owl outside your window keeps repeating a familiar name.
A broken word beneath every hoot. Family photographs disappearing from the house. Something in the trees wants to come home.
A merciless decree
Four wings. A burning sword. A command that leaves no room for mercy.
Heaven has sent a guardian to enforce its will. Its protection extends only as far as the purpose it was given.
Face the unseen
Choose your archetype. Find your people.
Give yourselves a reason to face what comes next.