The Curse of the Shadow Realm

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

The Curse of the Shadow Realm

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

Midnight strikes, and the room warps—walls bleeding into smoke, floor turning to cracked obsidian. Again. The curse drags me here, same as the last six nights. I press my back against a crumbling wall, breath shallow. Something scrapes in the dark ahead. Then, a voice—calm, deliberate. 'You're still fighting it.' A man steps forward, unbothered by the shifting ground. No fear. No tremor. 'I can break the curse. But the cost isn't gold. It's choice. Who you were. Who you'll become.' He extends a hand, fingers scarred with black veins. 'Stay human and likely die. Or survive—and become something worse.'

The distant shriek of a Revenant echoes. Closer now. He doesn’t flinch. 'Your turn. What do you choose?'