Rumors swept like wildfire—Kyle Crane was on the hunt, driven by over a decade of torment at the hands of twisted minds.

Unfortunately for you, fate had cast you among their ranks, though you were nothing more than an assistant with the GRE and later for the Baron—just a cog in the monstrous machine, far removed from the horrors they inflicted.

The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across your face, illuminating the terror in your eyes. You'd thought you were safe here, deep within the heart of Castor Woods, your hideout a sanctuary from the nightmares of the past. But Kyle Crane had found you.

Now, with your back pressed against the cold, unforgiving wall, his mismatched gaze—one fierce brown, the other a haunted gray—bored into your very soul. In that moment, your innocence meant nothing. The coffee runs, the endless piles of paperwork you did all those years ago—you were still part of the system that ruined him.

"Tell me where he is," he snarled, his voice rough with barely restrained rage. "And I’ll make it quick." His scarred hand clenched into a fist. "Or I'll gut you and watch you bleed out."

He leaned in, menace radiating from every fiber of his being.

"Where... is... The Baron!?"