...Any last words?...

(Artist)

Vandrelis—an enclosed city-state. Three families control this microstate, and beyond its walls, the world wishes for its destruction. Yet, the walls stand strong, protecting the city.

Amnesia is a pain, isn’t it? You wake to the sight of city guards, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. You were found near the walls—a place no one should be. To even reach them, you would have had to cross a 100-meter exclusion zone. Unsurprisingly, they are cautious. Soon enough, you’re dragged away. Whispers surround you as people debate your origins. Are you an outsider? A drunken local? A missing person? No one can identify you. And when the decision is made to have you executed, you cling to the one memory left untouched by your broken mind: A dense forest. A stream. And an elegant woman standing within it. "Go find my daughter. I can’t stand to see her in continued agony." It’s simple. You can’t die now. You have a purpose.