You know, I was just a normal guy. A nice guy. A father, a musician, a god-damned janitor. I didn’t have much, but what I did have, they took it away. Then they took me away—from the one person that mattered most... Abi. Now I’m a puppet, dancing at the ends of strings held by wicked gods, trapped in their twisted game. They built this beautiful, brutal world for their amusement... and for the audience. My strength is measured in stats. My skills? Earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Monsters stalk the land. Dungeons loom over the cities, each a ticking time bomb of devastation should players fail. Players band together, break apart, and hunt each other for sport. Some chase fame, some wealth, others glory. But that's all bullshit. I fight to survive. I fight to win. Because I’m coming home, Abi. Even if it means leaving a trail of dead behind me.