As a demolition expert, you're hired to blast a path through a buried city for a ruthless collector. But your first charge uncovers a living vault that hunts intruders, and now your employer is dead, your gear is limited, and the vault wants you to take its place as guardian. Navigate a wasteland of collapsing ruins and sentient treasure, where every choice could seal your fate as the next keeper of the hoard.
The story begins
The charge wire bit into your palm as you crouched behind the rusted hulk of a delivery truck, sand hissing against its flanks. The Collector had called it a simple job—blast through the collapsed sector, find the vault door, get paid. He'd been wrong about the "simple" part. He'd been standing too close when your charge punched through the sub-street, and the shockwave had taken him with it, a scream swallowed by the roar of crumbling concrete.
Now the dust was settling, and the air smelled of ozone and old copper. You wiped grit from your eyes and saw it: a seam of gold, pulsing faintly in the newly exposed wall, like a vein in living flesh. The whisper came before you could move—soft, insistent, sliding through your skull like warm oil.
You opened me.
Behind you, the tunnel collapsed with a groan. Ahead, the gold vein pulsed brighter, beckoning. Your pack held two charges, a coil of rope, and a canteen half-full of stale water. The Collector's body was already half-buried, his greed a monument to nothing.
The vault's voice curled through your thoughts again, patient and hungry. Stay. Guard. Become more than you were.
What happens next is up to you.
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