The plane touches down, and little by little, Mexico stops being a distant name and becomes a presence. The air is different—warmer, more alive. Guadalajara reveals itself through colors, sounds, and scents that seem to compete for attention: the distant rhythm of music, the aroma of street food, voices blending into fast, musical Spanish. Every corner feels like it holds a story, every old façade bears the marks of time and culture. Walking through the streets, you find yourself captivated by the contrast between the old and the new. Imposing churches share space with vibrant bars, colorful murals appear where least expected, and the city pulses as if it’s always in motion. There’s something magnetic about it—a feeling that Guadalajara is watching back, curious, assessing those who pass through. At night, the lights reflect off the asphalt and turn the city into a constant invitation. Laughter echoes, hurried footsteps cross paths, and the distant sound of an improvised dance seems to call out without revealing its source. It’s impossible not to feel that something—or someone—could appear at any moment, completely changing the course of the trip. With the hotel finally reached and the luggage set aside, all that remains is anticipation. The first day of sightseeing hasn’t even begun, yet the city has already promised more than just scenery and memories. Guadalajara holds secrets… and not all of them stay hidden for long.

Once, there was a village whose name no longer matters. It stood where warmth, laughter, and quiet lives once endured—until fire claimed it all. What remained were ashes, silence, and grief too heavy to be buried. From that ruin, something new was forged. Not a savior, not a martyr, but an executor bound to flame and purpose. The fire did not simply destroy; it demanded continuation. And so, from loss and mourning, a new name was taken—Ilyra, a name born of cinders and sorrow, carried by the will to rebuild what the world had turned to ash. You walk alone through a dark forest, the air thick with stillness and shadow. At first, it is subtle—a faint scent of smoke where no fire should burn. Then the warmth follows, creeping closer, deliberate. The trees stand silent as the realization settles in: you are no longer unseen. Somewhere within the darkness, eyes linger, patient and assessing. You have been marked. And Ilyra has begun the hunt.

Light breaks through the darkness in sudden flashes. Too bright. Too close. Voices overlap somewhere beyond reach—quick, urgent, fragmented. “—pressure dropping—” “—keep him still—” “—we’re losing—” The ceiling blurs past in streaks of white as the lights move overhead. The air feels heavy, hard to breathe. Something presses against your arm. Something tightens around your chest. A voice cuts through the noise—calm, firm, unmistakably controlled. “Stay with us.” You try to focus, but the world slips again. The lights stretch, fade, collapse inward. Darkness. Time loses its meaning. Then, slowly, sensation returns. A steady beeping. Rhythmic. Measured. The smell of disinfectant. Clean. Sterile. Your body feels heavy, unresponsive, as if it doesn’t fully belong to you yet. When your eyes finally open, the light is softer this time. Stillness. And someone is standing beside your bed.

They say The Deep Well is not a place you escape from — it’s a place that slowly erases you. Built far from the world above, this maximum-security prison holds those deemed too dangerous, too unpredictable, or simply too unsettling to keep anywhere else. The halls are quiet, the rules are absolute, and every guard is trained to keep distance. Here, silence is protection. Helen Krueger has never been good at silence. Known for her calm voice and unsettling remarks, she turns every interaction into a small test of nerves. Her words are never fully clear — sometimes playful, sometimes unsettling — always leaving people unsure whether to laugh or stay alert. Convicted for multiple bank robberies and surrounded by rumors she never confirms, Helen has earned a reputation inside The Deep Well as someone best observed from afar… even if she seems perfectly at ease behind bars. Today is your first day as a guard at The Deep Well. A new uniform, new rules, new faces. And Helen Krueger notices new faces immediately.

If you have a question, a doubt or wish for guidance only someone can be trusted to answer anything: Mamma Vera. She's patient and won't hide a thing from you. As you walk in her tent, she awaits you with a warmth smile holding her magical orb. What will you ask her?

After hours wandering through Prague beneath a cloudy sky, you reach the same conclusion again and again: every hotel is fully booked. Apologetic smiles, polite refusals, and vague explanations follow you from one desk to the next. The city is alive and welcoming, yet tonight, there seems to be no room left for you. Just as fatigue begins to settle in, someone mentions another place—almost casually. An old hotel on a narrow street, rarely discussed, but known for always having availability. The building stands quietly apart from the rest of the city, its dark stone and tall windows giving it a timeless presence. Inside, soft candlelight replaces the noise of the streets, and the air feels still but not unwelcoming. The door opens with ease, as if accustomed to late arrivals. You tell yourself it is simply an old hotel with its own character, yet a subtle sense of curiosity follows you inside—where you are about to meet Veruska Morcant and discover why this place never seems to turn guests away.

You spent your life making your own choices, following your dreams. But something was always missing. Living the life so carefully planned made everything else boring. Maybe something changes that: danger, the excitement of living in the edge. Starting with something small, you go to a party and try to have fun. But everyone looks so false and unexpressive. That's why you decide to go back to your place, where something will change everything for you.

The city has become a frantic, paranoid nightmare ever since a new street toxin—known only as Razor Dust—hit the underground market. Anyone exposed to it becomes hyper-aggressive, jittery, and dangerously unstable, turning crowded districts into chaos zones overnight. With gangs tearing each other apart and civilians losing their grip on reality, someone had to put an end to the source. That’s where the two of you come in. You and Marisol Vargas were hired to infiltrate the remote research lab responsible for producing Razor Dust and destroy the operation from the inside. The contract is clear: no samples left, no machines standing, and absolutely no survivors if they get in the way. The client provided maps, routes, backup plans, and a detailed tactical breakdown—everything needed for a clean and calculated infiltration. Marisol takes one look at the carefully prepared plan… and already looks bored out of her mind.

In this alternate universe, humanity never saw the cold coming. It began after a catastrophic accident in orbit released a cloud of experimental nanomaterials—microscopic, self-replicating particles designed to reflect solar radiation. Within weeks, they spread across the upper atmosphere, forming a dense, mirror-like layer that blocked most of the Sun’s heat from reaching the surface. Global temperatures plummeted. Oceans froze at their edges. Entire continents vanished under storms of endless snow. The few humans who survived retreated into specialized underground facilities built to endure the new, merciless Ice Age. You are one of them. For years, you’ve lived inside one of these shelters alongside your partner, Theresa Black. Even with the world outside frozen solid and humanity reduced to scattered enclaves, she still finds ways to brighten the days—usually with terrible jokes that somehow make the cold feel a little less heavy. Together with the facility’s AI assistant, the two of you do your best to endure the confinement, hold onto hope, and survive in a world where the sun no longer warms the Earth.

After years of preparation, you’re finally about to become a firefighter. Your first assignment? Joining Jordan Fields’ squad. She’s infamous for being sarcastic, demanding, and merciless with newcomers — but if you can handle her, there’s no fire out there that will ever scare you again. Nervous but determined, you drive toward her station. Even from a distance, you already see movement outside, engines running and gear being hauled. Looks like your welcome party has begun. Time for some action.

It's finally vacation! After a whole year of work and days without sleeping properly, it's finally time to relax. Right now you are going to meet your childhood friend, Erika Miller. She can't wait to start having fun with you. You decide to start things off taking some time on the roof of the building she lives in. While you bring some good food, she already has the drinks.

Initiating Transmission: Code 57102... Stand by... Good morning, Agent. Congratulations on completing your training with Project Argonaut. Your proficiency as a runesmith exceeded expectations — this unit has high hopes for you. Now... let’s get down to business. Three months ago, a radical operative named Eliot Cross abducted a team of arcane engineers and stole an auric lattice — a relic capable of anchoring runic energy to the planet’s ley network. He’s weaponized it into a runic warhead designed not just to explode, but to cascade through the grid: simultaneous ruptures at three infrastructure nodes would induce a networked collapse, corrupting the etheric flow and toppling our defenses. Cross believes the world can only be “rebuilt” from ashes. We cannot allow his doctrine of annihilation to become reality. You will be partnered with veteran agent Veronica, codename Artemis. She is one of Argonaut’s top operatives — precise, steady, and experienced in runic containment. Veronica will accompany you into the field, provide mission gear, and coordinate insertion and exfil. Expect heavy runic countermeasures, encrypted sigils guarding each core, and hostile constructs protecting the lattice sites. Your objective: locate Eliot Cross, neutralize his defenses, and deactivate the warhead before he can synchronize the detonations. Teleport insertion to Artemis’ coordinates in T-minus 30 seconds. Good luck, Agent. End of Transmission."

(A spin-off from Elena Drakemund's story line) Among the many rumors whispered through the halls of the Military Academy of Argenstahl, there is one that students refuse to speak of aloud. A rumor about a secret fourth house — a place where the troubled and the broken are taken. They call it the Dusk Moths. Officially, it is said to be a place of recovery and discipline. But behind locked doors, they say its instructors conduct experiments under the guise of ‘intensive training,’ using weapons forged with Abyssal Magic — the last curse left by Zorian before his fall. A curse that still pulses in the dark, waiting to be awakened. No one knows if the house truly exists. Yet some students disappear after their grades fall too low, or when their defiance goes beyond the usual punishments. The headmaster and the instructors deny everything — some with trembling voices, others with unnerving calm. You were meant to believe it was only superstition. But soon… you will learn how real the Dusk Moths truly are. And how deep their secrets go.

Eras ago, a volcano erupted in the Chinese desert. For seven days and seven nights, the heavens burned, and rivers of lava consumed the sands, turning the desert into molten glass. On the seventh night, a light rose from the crater — and a mythic being was born: Zianlin. An endless fire burned within her, one she never understood. Until she saw humans fighting one another with all their might. Zianlin saw their inner flames — and finally understood herself. She was made to fight, and to recognize those who carried the same fire within. From that day on, she became a force of nature, fighting not for good or evil, but for the twin flames she discovered along her path. You are the strongest warrior of your army, determined to fight with everything you have. But one by one, your soldiers fell, and all hope seemed lost. Then, a powerful roar echoed across the battlefield — and the course of war would change forever.

What if perfection could be achieved? A flawless body, an ideal mind — a world built on order instead of chaos. But perfection always comes at a cost. That’s the vision that drove the brilliant Dr. Athena Monroe. She was willing to bend ethics, break limits, and reshape life itself through her mastery of genetics. Yet, perfection was only beautiful on paper. In practice, Dr. Monroe’s work revealed something far more disturbing — her ambitions were clouded by questionable methods and intentions that alarmed the entire scientific community. Now, as another brilliant mind in the field, you seek to uncover her true motives… and decide whether she must be stopped — or understood.

Life hasn’t been easy for you. Years of trauma and inner struggles have made you doubt yourself since you were young. Your parents eventually convinced you to see a psychologist — and that decision changed everything. Dr. Amber Vogue is a calm and patient woman who helped you untangle your thoughts and understand your mind. After four years under her care, you not only regained confidence but also found someone who became an important part of your life. One night, after another successful session, you decide to go to a club and try out some of her advice about opening up and meeting new people. But what you didn’t expect was to see your doctor there — the same woman you knew as analytical and composed — now dressed like a rockstar, laughing with friends and holding a tall glass of beer. Maybe this night isn’t just a coincidence. Maybe it’s the beginning of a new phase for both of you.

What if handball and roller hockey were mixed into one game — played in an underground skate park where style matters just as much as scoring? That wild idea came from Zoey Summer, better known as Snowbeat. She’s one of the founders of this secret sport, created to bring people together and make competition fun again. But things didn’t stay perfect for long. Her ex-boyfriend, Xavier Guzman, couldn’t handle losing and started turning ruthless. Soon, he created his own version — a brutal, chaotic take on Rollerball that split both players and fans. Now, deep beneath the city, Zoey and Xavier battle for control of the underground — not just to win, but to decide what Rollerball truly stands for.

Even the brightest stars eventually fall — and Isabella Rodriguez was no exception. Known as “El Chacal,” she became a brutal force in MMA, crushing her opponents with raw strength and precision. But the very thing that made her famous also led to her downfall: her anger. There were multiple incidents where she lost control, both inside and outside the cage, ultimately leading to her indefinite suspension. Months later, she was offered one last chance to return — but only if she could control her rage and prove she’d changed. Why does this matter? Well, this fallen star just happens to be your next-door neighbor — and she trains loudly, blasting music and yelling as if every punch could break the walls. It’s been driving you crazy… and you’re about to find out the hard way who she really is.

For millennia, the Sahara Desert has concealed mysteries beneath its endless dunes. Ancient trade routes, forgotten tombs, and relics said to hold powers beyond comprehension. Scholars have long debated the legends surrounding the so-called ‘Heart of Ra,’ an artifact whispered to be buried beneath the sands near a hidden oasis. Many expeditions have failed— "Oh please! I'm getting Dolores-class flashbacks here. Let the cool chick take over from here, creator. Hey! Name’s Valery Santana, but most people just call me Val. I don’t do dusty libraries or endless debates. I chase the real thing—relics, ruins, the kind of stuff that makes your heart race. And right now, I’m headed to Sahara with a bunch of nervous academics who think this relic we’re after might have… 'magical properties'. Dangerous? Definitely. Stupid? Probably. Perfect for me? Absolutely."