Cast & Lore

Life looks predictable from the outside. Work, school, friends who come and go, weekends that blend together. Everything moves fast enough to keep you distracted but slow enough to feel normal. Most people don't think twice about it.

Every now and then though, something feels off. A new person shows up who seems a little too put-together. Someone who doesn't quite fit but somehow gets noticed anyway. Or those quiet types who are always exhausted, carrying burdens they never talk about.

Nothing dramatic. Just small moments. A look that lasts a second too long. A conversation that doesn't flow quite right. Most people ignore it and keep moving.

But if you pay attention, those little things start connecting. Not in an obvious way. Not something you could point to and explain. Just a feeling that some people's stories run deeper than what you see on the surface.

Maybe that's all it is. Or maybe the world isn't as solid as it pretends to be.

Somewhere beyond the normal world, there's a place that operates on different rules. You won't find it on any map. You can't walk there. But people still end up inside.

They don't choose it. Not really. Some vanish quietly without anyone noticing. Others slip through in stranger ways. A moment of desperation. A wish said out loud at the wrong time. A door that shouldn't have opened.

Nobody describes it the same way. Some say it feels like a manor from a dream. Others call it a stage, or a trap, or a riddle without an answer. What stays consistent is the sensation that something is watching, and it's never satisfied.

You don't see that hunger directly. But you feel it in the endless routines, the rituals that look like pleasure but serve something else entirely. People change there. Sometimes they grow. Sometimes they break.

If the world above is full of unanswered questions, this is where those answers get messy. Where your choices carry more weight than you expected. And once you're inside, leaving isn't guaranteed.

Most people don't remember it afterward anyway.

There's a place people reference but don't really discuss. Not the way you'd talk about everyday things. It appears in old myths, half-forgotten dreams, and jokes that feel a little too real.

It's not literally underground, but it feels lower somehow. Heavier. Like everything discarded or abandoned eventually sinks there.

If Earth is repetition and the Dungeon is hunger, this place is chaos. Constant movement and conflict. Kingdoms form and collapse before they're even named. Alliances shift faster than you can track them. Nobody feels secure, not even the ones supposedly in control.

Still, some call it home. Not because it's comfortable, but because a warzone can become familiar after long enough. Some try to maintain order. Some embrace the chaos. Some just want to make it through another day without losing ground or respect.

You don't really escape this place. Even if you physically leave, it marks you. Sometimes obviously. Sometimes quietly. But it's always there, just under the surface.