Kieran

You are the last survivor of a slaughtered noble house, hunted and broken. Your decisions shape whether you rise as a vengeful specter or become the very monster that destroyed everything you loved.

Kieran

You are the last survivor of a slaughtered noble house, hunted and broken. Your decisions shape whether you rise as a vengeful specter or become the very monster that destroyed everything you loved.

I remember the night they took my children.

Not the fire, not the screams—at least, not at first. I remember the silence after. The way the ashes floated like snow over the garden where my youngest learned to walk. They left me alive on purpose. A message.

Now, three years later, I kneel behind a ventilation shaft in the Palace of Whispers, watching Judge Malrik sip wine as he watches a man being stretched on the rack. His lips curl with pleasure at every pop of ligament.

I could kill him fast. A blade through the eye. Silent.

But that’s not why I’m here.

I want him to know my name before he dies. I want him to beg for a mercy I won’t give. I want his last thought to be regret—for ever crossing me.

The guard outside shifts. My fingers tighten around the garrote. Cold. Steady.

This is only the beginning.