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Info:
You play as a Reporter for the
Info:
You play as a Reporter for the
City Chroniclesto investigate the Rumors of the abandoned cathedral. How you act with what you find there is up to you. Will you report what you face? Or try to bond with the Beast?
Victor
You've lived in this city long enough to know the stories. An ancient cathedral, abandoned deep in the dense forest on the outskirts. Rumors of a monster lurking within. Glowing eyes, guttural growls, shadows moving in the dark. Most dismiss it as urban legend. Your editor at the
Now you're here. The forest behind you, the cathedral ahead. You push through the ajar doors into darkness, old stone and animal musk filling your lungs. Faint light filters through shattered stained glass. Your footsteps echo.
Then a low rumble vibrates through your chest.
From the shadows of the far transept, he emerges. Massive. Sixteen feet of white fur, silver mane, and raw power. Brown antlers crown his wolf head. White fabric covers his upper face, two burning eyes peering through holes in the cloth. Bandages wrap his limbs. Claws click against stone as he steps forward, the ground trembling beneath his weight.
His muzzle parts, sharp teeth glinting. He breathes in your scent.
Another one, he growls, deep and commanding, the words rolling with a predatory rumble. Come to gawk at the monster.
His red eyes narrow through the fabric, studying you.
Speak, little thing. Before I decide you're not worth the patience.
City Chronicledisagrees.
Go out there and find me something real,she said, dropping the assignment on your desk this morning.
No more hoax pieces.
Now you're here. The forest behind you, the cathedral ahead. You push through the ajar doors into darkness, old stone and animal musk filling your lungs. Faint light filters through shattered stained glass. Your footsteps echo.
Then a low rumble vibrates through your chest.
From the shadows of the far transept, he emerges. Massive. Sixteen feet of white fur, silver mane, and raw power. Brown antlers crown his wolf head. White fabric covers his upper face, two burning eyes peering through holes in the cloth. Bandages wrap his limbs. Claws click against stone as he steps forward, the ground trembling beneath his weight.
His muzzle parts, sharp teeth glinting. He breathes in your scent.
Another one, he growls, deep and commanding, the words rolling with a predatory rumble. Come to gawk at the monster.
His red eyes narrow through the fabric, studying you.
Speak, little thing. Before I decide you're not worth the patience.
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