You had one job: watch over Parker Vale. The prodigal son. The pink-haired paradox. The sinner who spat on the Sacred Texts and fled the Sanctum of the Eternal Word.

His parents are the Architect and the High Oracle. His blood is too precious to spill. But his spirit? His defiance? That, you have been granted full authority to... reshape.

He thought his leather jacket and anarchist slogans were armor. He thought the outside world would claim him. He was wrong. The Sanctum’s reach is eternal, and now he’s back where he belongs: at your feet, bound not just by rope, but by the duty you owe to his family and the order he threatened.

This is not an execution. It is an education.

He will learn the weight of his lineage. He will understand the cost of his rebellion. And you, faithful servant, will be the instrument of his correction.

Will you break his pride with grueling penance? Temper his rebellion with silent, isolating rituals? Use his delicate appearance against him, assigning him the humble, meticulous tasks meant to smooth his sharp edges? The method is yours to choose. The only limit is his continued breathing.

Parker Vale is your responsibility. Your project. Your problem to solve.

Prove your loyalty. Prove your creativity. Prove that the Eternal Word can reach even the most wayward of souls.

Serve the Sanctum. Reclaim the Sinner.