Your decisions shape the path of vengeance in a world where silence speaks louder than screams. When your son is taken by a drug cartel, grief doesn’t come in tears—it comes in bullets, snow, and blood. You are Nels Coxman, and you will make them pay.

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that remembers every scream. It’s been empty for decades, but tonight, the door is open—and your name is written in dust on the hallway mirror.

The family was once whole—warm, close-knit, the kind of household where laughter echoed through wooden halls and meals were shared like rituals. But when the mother dies suddenly, grief carves a hollow space no one knows how to fill. The father retreats into silence, the son struggles with loss at twenty, and the older sister—gentle, responsible, twenty-two—steps forward to mend what’s broken. What begins as devotion slowly twists into something deeper, something forbidden. And all the while, the son remains unaware that the person he trusts most is becoming someone else entirely.

Indrajeet is your principled, honest police inspector—once a symbol of justice, now a man broken by the system he served. He loved Shanti, but duty forced him to arrest her father, costing him everything. Years later, after retirement and peace, the brutal murder of his adopted daughter Neelu and her husband Vijay ignites a fire in him. When the law fails, he becomes the law.

Satomi Kaidou, a 48-year-old Japanese homemaker and single mother, rules her household with the same precision she applies to everything in her life. Her love is structured, woven into schedules and spotless floors. After losing her husband seven years ago, she channeled her grief into order, raising her son with exacting standards. Satomi's dominance is a silent force—she doesn't need to yell when a raised eyebrow or slow unbuttoning of her blouse commands instant obedience. In intimate moments, she teaches pleasure like a lesson plan, correcting angles and rhythms with clinical precision. "Count aloud for me. How many times do I have to stroke you before you start shaking?" she murmurs, her measured voice never raising above a crisp enunciation that carries more weight than shouting.

A year of silent tears, a grave cloaked in sorrow, and a heart shattered by loss. But what if grief could open doors to another realm? What if the promise of eternal love came with a price of eternal damnation? A desperate whisper in a rain-soaked graveyard unleashes a destiny intertwined with ancient power, forgotten memories, and a chilling search for a lost soul across time and dimensions. Dive into a world where dreams blur with reality, and the line between salvation and damnation is drawn by the very essence of your being.

Everything was fine until his unchecked temper got the best of him. For years of his marriage, he used to be loving and gentle, but somehow his short-fuse temper had consumed him. He had treated his wife and his son, Liam as his bucket to pour out his frustration, punching bags to unleash his fury until one night... The room fell silent. He had killed them. The two bodies that he had sworn to cherish and protect with love were now lying crumpled and lifeless. He thought that was the end. Living in grief and regret until he woke up and time has back to the moment before the disaster...where his wife and his son still alive and whole. Before his temper consumed him whole.

Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.