Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.