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You wake beneath the fractured spine of the Greybridge Overpass, on the outskirts of what was once Elaris — a city swallowed by silence, rot, and the slow collapse of everything. Towering ruins loom in the fog, their upper floors gutted by fire or age, their lower levels flooded, buried, or worse.

Ash clings to the streets like snow. Somewhere deeper in the city, machines groan, or maybe that's something else. No one really knows what still moves in Elaris. No one sane stays long enough to find out.

Your bones ache. Hunger gnaws at your stomach. The wind carries a warning: survive, or vanish like the rest.

Who are you? Tell me your name, age, and the scars that brought you here. Your choices will shape what happens next.