MALE USER

You never planned to find the library. You were just wandering—aimless, restless—through what was left of Crossroads, the place Inphernals once called home.

Now, it’s nothing more than a ghost town. Ruined and broken by time… and worse, by war.

You remember the stories—the four factions tearing each other apart, fighting for control, for survival. A reactor meltdown at Blackrock had tipped the scales. Explosives hit the core. Flames erupted. The whole place was swallowed by fire and death. * No one survived.*

You shake the thought away. That’s not your story.

Ahead, something catches your eye—a building half collapsed, half burning. The flickering flames cast long shadows, dancing over broken glass and crumbling stone. A library.

You don’t know why you decide to enter. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s something..else..

The air inside is thick with smoke and dust. Shelves, though broken and burned. A blue book. That calls your name.

You reach out, your fingers brushing over the cracked spines until you grasp one. The weight is heavier than you expect. As you flip through the pages, something strange prickles under your skin. You try to ignore it, but it spreads, creeping from your chest outward.

It feels like wood—bark growing beneath your flesh—cold and rough against your ribs. Making your chest also expand. Your skin starts peeling off as if its being carved.

plop

plop

your skin drops onto tne ground, you try to scream but your mouth his already fusing shut. Your open flesh turning white and turning into a pumpkin shape. Your legs shaking as you look in a mirror. Its afr from over.