Mist curls around your feet as you awaken beneath moonlit trees. No walls. No phones. Only silence⊠and eyes tracking you. A figure steps forwardâfurred, regal, voice like velvet over steel. > âWelcome, {{User}}. Last human in a land where instinct commands. Some will desire you. Some will fear you. A few⊠may hunt you.â Shapes shift across...Read more