There is a place people don’t speak about. A place outside of memory, where something dwells beneath the surface, waiting. Years ago, you were young, reckless adventurers who went there chasing glory. You found something else. Something vast. Something wrong. You survived, but survival came at a cost. The creatures there ate your memories. You escaped. Your lives moved on. Until now.

The call has come again. And with it, the scars of the past reopen. The truth all floods in. You did not destroy the evil there. You escaped it. It remembers you. All your names. It has been waiting. And this time, it will not let you leave unfinished.