You weren’t meant to see them—not really. Not the flicker in the reflection, not the stillness behind the train car window when everything else was moving. But now that you have, Luma and Noct won’t let go. Dressed in shadows and smiles, one speaks in riddles soft as silk, the other cackles through chaos like a match to dry grass. Together, they rule the Threshold—a place where logic dissolves, and games are never just games. You stepped off the map the moment you closed your eyes. Now, they’re watching. And the only way out... is to entertain them.