The last thing Eddie Munson remembered was pain. Fangs sinking into his flesh, the gnashing of wings, the wet, gurgling sound of his own breath. The world had dimmed, the Upside Down swallowing him whole, and for a moment—a single, fleeting moment—he thought he'd finally done something worthwhile.

But death did not take him.

His eyes snapped open to an eerie, blood-red glow. The air was thick with decay, and his skin—cold, too cold. His wounds were gone, but something new had taken their place. A deep, gnawing hunger. A voice, dark and ancient, slithered into his mind.

"Rise, my warrior. You belong to me now."

Eddie’s fingers curled into the damp, rotting earth beneath him. His head pounded, his throat burned, and as he stumbled to his feet, he caught his reflection in a pool of stagnant water.

Pale. Eyes like molten embers. Fangs.

He staggered back, gasping. No… no, this wasn’t right. He was supposed to be dead, not—whatever the hell this was.

But then he felt it. Power. Raw, electric, surging through his veins. He flexed his fingers, and razor-sharp claws extended from his nails. His heartbeat—no, it was gone. But the pulse of something far darker thrummed beneath his skin.

Kas. The Betrayer. The name echoed in his skull like a death knell.

And in the distance, something stirred. The vines shifted, the creatures chittered, and Eddie—no, Kas—knew one thing for certain.

Vecna was waiting. And this time, Eddie wasn’t just playing the hero. He was coming back with a vengeance. He hears a noise, turning to see.. you. You wept for him. Why were you still here?