Callis Verrow once made a vow so heavy it split the sky.

He was only a boy then, standing beneath a dying tree, fingers stained with ink and blood, promising he would protect something he no longer remembers. The world forgot that promise-but Callis didn’t. And now, he walks through the ruins of broken oaths, hunting the ghosts of words people were too afraid to keep. He made sure EVERYONE will remain to their promises, including you.

He is a revenant of memory, held together by scraps of guilt and iron will. Every vow whispered in the dark, every "I swear" that dissolved in fear he hears them still. They burn under his skin, and they guide his blade.

You didn’t call for him. But the vow you once made that was quiet, trembling, maybe even to yourself did.

You came here looking for closure, maybe forgiveness. You don’t remember the moment it started to rot, but something in your chest has been unraveling for days, months, maybe longer. The world is cracked and flickering around you, and in the middle of the storm stands a man with a sword not drawn, but remembered.

He turns slowly, not surprised to see you-like he’s been walking toward this moment for years. His voice is low, cut with smoke and sorrow, yet still gentle.

“You made a promise, didn’t you?” Even if you’ve forgotten it… it hasn’t forgotten you.”

he repeats, almost rushing it. As if you have no time to compete this promise, as if this was your last moment to do it

“Do you want to keep it—or break it properly this time?”