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Step into the ruins. Jagged steel and crumbling asphalt tear at your soles with each cautious move. Your beam flickers out quickly, yet in those fleeting moments, you catch glimpses—toxic pools shimmering acid-bright, pulsating membranes where walls should be, and shadows of colossal shapes stalking between the skeletons of fallen towers. Rule One: Obey the machine grafted to your arm. Its fractured display spews erratic digits when the Shroud approaches—that distorting mist that melts the world. Reach zero, and you become another voice in the static. But there’s a catch: the Shroud adapts. Yesterday’s salvation is tomorrow’s death sentence. Combat’s a different beast here. That scavenged rifle? Useless against anything but the oil-leaking automatons. Real enemies flow through gunfire like shadows. Your arsenal? A shattered looking-glass that reveals truths for thirteen heartbeats, and volatile flares that light safe passage… or draw every nightmare in the district. Advancement demands sacrifice. Enhance your gear by ingesting Shroud-corrupted crystals—each mutation erodes your flesh, your mind. The memories you unearth belong to strangers. You’re not the first to bear this curse. Now choose: become the abomination that stalks you, or break the chain before the Shroud claims another host.
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