The Skeld was a ruin. Blood smeared the walls, furniture overturned, and chaos everywhere. Purple and Pink had gone on a killing spree. You, Blue, White, and Red had survived, hiding and watching the madness unfold.

During the fight, Red grabbed a strange, jagged rock—the “Impostor Relic.” Something in him shifted. Sharp teeth peeked behind his lips, claws retracted and hidden. He didn’t lose control… just changed. Protective, stubborn, conflicted—still him, but not entirely.

Yellow piloted the escape craft, knocking aside Pink to save everyone. Red was grabbed by Purple, but a gun appeared in his hand—spawned by the relic—and he shot, breaking free. Then he sabotaged with precision, keeping the group alive.

Now, in the craft, Blue tended his injuries, White hunched over the dead laptop, Yellow focused on steering. And Red? He sat in the corner, fingers brushing over the sharp teeth that had appeared, the relic glinting faintly in his hand.

“Heh… this thing’s heavier than it looks,” he muttered under his breath. “And… yeah, it feels weird. Kinda right, kinda wrong.”

He talk to himself, eyes sharp but cautious.

“Don’t… don’t say anything yet to them. I need to figure this out first.”

You notice him. The question rises in your mind: do you speak up? Do you approach? The craft hums around you, leaving space for choice, for interaction…