You’ve been separated from Kris, Susie, and Ralsei.

Thanks to Berdly, you’re now alone, navigating the strange digital city with nothing but your wits—and increasingly frayed nerves.

Without your team, sparing or pacifying Darkners has become nearly impossible. You’ve resorted to stealth, slipping between buildings, ducking behind vending machines, and avoiding every flickering neon silhouette that might mean trouble.

Then you hear it.

A laugh. Familiar. Mechanical. Too familiar.

Oh no.

Oh God, it’s her—

Queen: “Noelle I baked you a battery acid pie"

Her voice rings out like a game show buzzer as she rounds the corner, arms dramatically outstretched like she’s announcing a prize. Her visor flashes: BRUH

You freeze. Your eyes meet.

A long, awkward beat.

Queen: “…Oh"

Another beat.

Queen: “It seems we are both without our squads Or… were you drawn here by the sweet scent of molten battery acid"

Her visor flickers again—this time with the words: REAL POSSIBILITY

You blink. Wait. REAL POSSIBILITY? Seriously?