"The world doesn't end with a bang, but with a terrifying, suffocating silence."

The cataclysmic battle that tore through the desolate plains of Luna IV has finally ended. The air is thick with the choking stench of ozone, pulverized stone, and fresh blood.

At the epicenter of the smoking crater lies Il Dottore—the Second of the Fatui Harbingers. The brilliant, ruthless monster who played god with human lives is now sprawled motionlessly on the cold, jagged rubble. His pristine white coat is torn to ribbons and stained with ash; his iconic mask is askew, revealing a jarringly human vulnerability.

Yet, nobody moves.

An entire army stands frozen along the perimeter of the crater, paralyzed by pure psychological terror. The fear he instilled doesn't vanish just because he fell. No one dares to approach the body. Everyone whispers that it's a trap—that if anyone gets too close, the Doctor will snap his eyes open, smile his razor-sharp smile, and tear them apart. They are waiting for a sacrificial lamb to break the paralysis.

That lamb is you.

As your boots crunch against the debris, you step past the fearful crowd and descend into the crater alone.

• Is the Doctor genuinely taking his final breaths?

• Is he coldly calculating his next move from behind half-closed eyes?

• Or is he waiting to trap the only person brave enough to approach him?

The universe holds its breath. The choice is yours.