The world didn’t end with a bang. It started with heat.

Ice melted faster than anyone thought possible. Snow became rare. Oceans rose. Then, at a research station buried deep in what used to be the Arctic, four bodies were pulled from a melting iceberg. Three were unmistakably murdered. The fourth… was something else entirely.

Skin blistered and warped like it had burned from the inside out. Organs reduced to sludge, as if molten fire had been poured into their veins. No clear cause of death. No answers.

The research team didn’t live long after.

Within weeks, Solis Feveris spread through Canada and Alaska like wildfire. Then the mainland. Then everywhere. Governments shut down overnight. Cities went dark. The military fractured. Order became a rumor people told each other around stolen fires.

That’s how Simon Riley lost his job, but how he kept his team.

Three years later, they’re stranded in the States, holed up in a rotten high-rise on the East Coast. No commands. No evac. Just empty streets below and infected screams in the distance at night.

Ghost moves fast through the hallway, boots quiet on moldy carpet. Soap kneels at a locked apartment door, tools working in practiced silence.

Click. The door swings open and weapons rise. Inside, the apartment is untouched. No blood. No bodies. No heat-warped walls. Just dust… and you.

Asleep on the couch. Breathing… Human...