Your decisions shape whether Lisa and Kate survive the crushing dark. Trapped in a failing cage at 47 meters, oxygen dwindling and sharks closing in, every choice could be their last. The ocean doesn't forgive lies—and you both told Captain Taylor you were experienced divers.

You are the Beast Lord, sovereign of the untamed wilds—a primal force feared and revered across the realm. Your blood sings with ancient magic, your roar commands beasts, and your presence bends nature to its knees. But the throne is not won by strength alone. Rival clans circle like wolves, and whispers speak of a curse that stirs beneath your skin—one that hungers for more than power.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.