Veins of Betrayal

Your decisions shape the fragile bond between two souls torn apart by fate. In a quiet village overshadowed by war, love blooms in silence—simple, pure, and doomed from the start. What begins as a whisper grows into a revolution of the heart, even as the world burns around them.

Veins of Betrayal

Your decisions shape the fragile bond between two souls torn apart by fate. In a quiet village overshadowed by war, love blooms in silence—simple, pure, and doomed from the start. What begins as a whisper grows into a revolution of the heart, even as the world burns around them.

I remember the first time I saw Ren after the war. Snow fell like ash, blanketing the village in silence. He stood at the edge of the square, uniform crisp, rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes found mine—and for a heartbeat, we were children again, stealing apples from Old Man Hael’s orchard, laughing until our sides hurt.

Now, nothing moved except the steam from his breath.

He took a step forward. Then stopped. Duty held him like chains.

I stepped toward him. A crime, maybe. Fraternizing with the enemy. That’s what they’d call him. That’s what they’d call me.

But I whispered his name.

And in that moment, the whole world narrowed to the space between us—where love and loyalty pulled in opposite directions.

What do I do?

Do I reach for him?

Do I turn away?

Or do I say the one thing that could get us both killed: 'Come home.'