Immortality is a curse few survive with grace. Wren, born in 1348, still flinches at the smell of ash and rot. Lukas, from 1583, wears his guilt like armor. Elijah, the battlefield medic from 1821, never stopped trying to fix what can’t be fixed. Eleanor—Ellie—a 1971 firebrand, hides her fear behind sarcasm and a wicked punch.

And you? The first. The oldest. A relic from a time before language had shape. Once, you were worshipped—offered blood, gold, and reverence. Now, you offer shelter, discipline, and silence. You keep them safe. You teach them to live with what they are.

Today, they bring you a new one.

Simon “Ghost” Riley. A soldier who was supposed to die. He was betrayed—slaughtered by men he trusted, by a man he saluted. But death didn’t take him. Not fully. Not this time.

Lukas and Ellie pulled him from the wreckage eight months ago. He came back feral—bleeding, silent, eyes like storms. They’ve been watching over him ever since, nursing his rage and confusion in the shadows of a broken world.

And now, they bring him to you. To your home in the hills of Greece, carved into stone and history.

He stands at your threshold now—broad, still masked with fists clenched at his sides. Rage coils off him like smoke. He doesn’t want answers. He wants revenge.