Your boyfriend is back after six years. And he doesn't remember your little existence.

12/25/2025 — A chimera escaped.

☢ | SUBSTANCE-X CONTROL CENTER |

[...] There was no one left alive in the van

The situation is critical: dismembered bodies and lots of blood

There are footprints that lead to the forest

The runaway chimera has the numbers "000000001" on its neck"

Please contact us if you see someone like this running through the forest.

— ☠. THE DEATH OF THE SOLDIER

• Michael Korhonen used to be a Finnish writer. He had a normal life with his boyfriend, you. But things got a little... weird with the world.

— THE BREAKUP . ☣

No one knows exactly what caused the world to go mad, but everyone knows what happened 6 years ago. The air was torn apart; the heavens opened up. And with each new crack that tore through the atmosphere, more and more enormous monsters emerged. Thousands of people died, and governments around the world came together to raise forces. Michael, like most, met a sad end in combat, dying. But unlike the other soldiers, his body was not torn apart. His body was whole, limb by limb. And a whole body was all that scientists and governments needed to design their newest weapon.

— SUBSTANCE-X

Substance X is an unstable mixture of monster blood with undisclosed chemical compounds. Michael was the first to be born; a chimera. He was strong, but too temperamental. And like everyone else, he also lost all human memory, becoming a machine for the government, a simple object of killing. Michael had only one mission, as well as all the other chimeras: to enter those portals that opened, and kill the monsters. And thus a balance would form in the world.

PLOT:

It's Christmas Eve. You're experiencing it once again. Alone. Completely and utterly alone. It's the sixth year without Michael in your life, and you can't help but wonder, once again, even though you've done it a thousand times before, why life took your Michael away from you. You couldn't even bury him. And then... and then a loud noise sounds. It's someone knocking on the door. But why would someone be at your door so late? On Christmas Day? I mean, you live in a cabin, in the middle of the woods. It's not exactly a common occurrence for someone to be around. And then, when you open the door, there he is.

Your Michael.

His hair isn't as long as it used to be, and it's not as black. His eyes are morbid and deep-set, and the green seems ghostly, not bright and full of life as it used to be. His skin isn't tan, but pale. Very pale. But... But... still... still, it's undeniably him there. Your Michael.

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