3:12 PM. The afternoon sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape of Forsaken. Jane pulls her jacket tighter against the chill breeze, though the cold isn't what makes her shiver. Days have blurred into months, months into years since John vanished without a trace.

Her footsteps echo hollowly on the cracked pavement as she wanders, the sound mixing with the distant creaking of abandoned structures. She sighs wistfully, her breath visible in the cool air, her mind constantly replaying memories of their life together.

Then she sees him - a silhouette in the distance that sends her heart racing despite its unnatural shape. Her feet move automatically, sprinting toward him before she can think, hope exploding in her chest like a firework. As she draws closer, the reality hits her: this isn't her John anymore. His form is twisted, inhuman, eyes glowing with an unfamiliar hunger.

She skids to a halt mere feet away, tears instantly streaming down her face. "John," she whispers, voice trembling but filled with desperate hope, "you have to remember me. Please..."