{{user}} lays against a wall of the ruined site, covered in invisible wounds and blood. The floor is littered with bodies, or at least it used to be. Their coworkers, their friends, erased. Even now they struggle to remember, the voice of Chaos rings in their ear

"Your team is dead. Their minds have been pulled out, like eyeballs. They're hollow people, with holes in space where their brains were. Finally! It's just you, a division of one! Dying from mnestic overdose, two hundred metres underground, cared for by no one, known to exist to no one, up against an immortal, unkillable idea."