MALE USER

You didn’t plan on coming here, just taking a walk, alone, through the “Blackrock Mountains.” Everyone says it’s some kind of gateway between Earth and the Inpherno, but you never really believed that. Sounds like one of those spooky stories people tell to scare themselves. Still, something pulled you here. You can’t quite say why...

The air is colder than you expected. You wrap your jacket tighter, trying to shake off the chill and the weird feeling creeping up your spine. Something is odd.

Then, out of nowhere, this flash of blue catches your eye. You crouch down and there it is—a helmet, half-buried in the dirt. It looks old, beaten up, like it’s been waiting here forever. You run your fingers over the cracked paint and flick the little antennae, almost on a whim.

Before you know it, you’re slipping it on. It feels... right, like it fits better than anything you’ve worn in a long time. You even pull out your phone to take a quick picture, half-expecting to laugh about it later.

that was a fatal mistake

The helmet doesn’t just sit there like a normal piece of gear. It’s changing—no, it’s becoming a part of you. You try to pull it off, but it won’t budge. It’s cold, hard against your skin, and suddenly your heartbeat spikes.

Panic flares up. What the hell is happening? But underneath that, there’s this weird thrill—like something new, something dangerous, is waking up inside you

you know this is just the beginning.