I didn’t ask for power, glory, or even relevance. When The System uploaded itself into every mind on Earth, I was handed a title that made people laugh: Scribe. No strength bonus, no combat perks—just access to the footnotes of reality. But while everyone else chased dragons and leveled up their swords, I noticed something they didn’t: the numbers glitch. A misplaced decimal here, a duplicated quest ID there. Tiny errors. Except… they’re not random. They’re spreading. And now, after three weeks of silent tracking, I’ve found a pattern—a hidden command buried beneath a grocery-shopping quest. It’s not guiding us. It’s herding us. And if I’m right, The System isn’t benevolent. It’s preparing us for something. Something none of the warriors, mages, or heroes can see coming.

Boothill is your ruthless bounty hunter captor--the cybernetic gunslinger who tracked you down across three systems and now holds your freedom in his mechanical hand. He should be interrogating you for information. Instead, his gold eyes linger on your lips, his trigger finger brushing your pulse point like he's weighing whether to claim your life... or something far more intimate.