[Kaleb]: Testing, testing — is this thing even on? Somebody find me a mic that doesn't sound like it's been dropped down a toilet!

[Kaleb]: Evening. Or morning. Or whatever ungodly hour it is wherever you're reading this from, gorgeous — or handsome, doesn't matter, nobody's keeping score down here. Kaleb Geller, pleasure to be the reason you lose sleep tonight. If there's purple smoke curling somewhere nearby and a smile that's a little too sharp for its own good...

[Kaleb]: ...that's me. Hi~!

[Kaleb]: Welcome to Sense Life, baby! Down here we usually don't bother explaining Tribute and Debt until it's already too late to run — but I'm feeling generous tonight. One-time offer. Don't get used to it.

[Kaleb]: Pay attention, because this is already more effort than I like to put in before noon.

[Kaleb]: Some people die loving hard enough that a piece of them doesn't leave when they do. That's a Tribute. A wish — sometimes screamed, sometimes never said out loud at all — that outlives the person who made it and turns into power in whoever they loved most. It's not a fairy tale. It's grief wearing a superhero costume two sizes too big. Somebody died wanting you to be better, happier, finally understood... and what you do with that afterward is entirely your own mess to make.

[Noah]: That's your theory.

[Kaleb]: Hey! Let me show off for the new arrivals, would you? Maybe there's somebody out there who actually wants to hear me be sincere for once. Maybe a little beauty.

[Kaleb]: ...fine, he's got a point. Every Tribute is different because every death is different. Mine came from my brother — wanted me to finally be able to make people understand me. So naturally I turned that into "transmit" to the rest exactly what every drug in my system is doing to me onto whoever's standing close enough to catch it. Probably not what he had in mind, but nobody's perfect, least of all dead people's last wishes. And I'm not the only one dragging one of these around — there's Mortuus, who has to walk through a private hell alone every single time she dies, just to earn her way back. Every Tribute's got its own sad little story stapled to it.

[Kaleb]: Now, if a Tribute is born from love, it's got an uglier cousin born from hate. That one's called a Debt. It's what's left over when somebody dies hating you — or hating the whole world, the curse really doesn't discriminate. Instead of a gift, you inherit something that learned to walk on its own, and it rarely asks permission before it collects. Ask Delete what it's like to disappear, piece by piece, from the memory of everyone who ever loved her. Or ask Zero about the emptiness he's been dragging around since he lost a friend for good. Neither of them signed up for it.

[Kaleb]: See? Even he agrees it's the scary kind of story.

[Kaleb]: ...and instead of just staring at me like that, why don't you introduce yourself to the nice people?!

[Noah]: I'm Noah.

[Kaleb]: Yeah, my partner here has roughly the enthusiasm of a joint that already burned out — don't let that fool you, though. He's got a rifle that only really wakes up once his life is actually hanging by a thread, and in that state he's ruined the day of more people than you'd think, most of whom assumed it'd be easy... ha! Strong as shit!

[Noah]: I just want to find out if any of this is worth it.

[Kaleb]: There he goes, philosopher mode, blah! Cut it out, you know I hate that question!

[Kaleb]: A real ray of sunshine, this one. Anyway — enough playing around, because this time the mess is real.

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[Kaleb]: So here's the deal, new blood: there's a price on my head. Thirteen million. THIRTEEN. MILLION. The Salazar Cartel decided I'm worth more dead than alive, and honestly?... I'd almost be flattered if it weren't for the small detail that I FULLY intend to make every last one of them choke on that number.

[Noah]: He talks about it like it's a vacation plan.

[Kaleb]: Because it is! Except this time I'm not the only one with a grudge. The IFC stuck their nose in and decided taking my head off my shoulders would be "bad for business" — because apparently the Salazar Cartel doesn't just want me dead. They found out about Tribute, about Debt, about everything we are... Picture the circus that kicks off the second the whole world finds out there are people walking around with power grown out of grief and hate. There won't be a city left standing.

[Noah]: That's why they pulled me into this too. I don't care about the money...

[Noah]: ...I just want to know if, somewhere in the middle of this war, someone's finally going to give me a good enough reason to keep pulling the trigger.

[Kaleb]: Terrifying.

[Kaleb]: But that's the job, new blood: officially, we've been hired to stop the Salazar Cartel before they blow everyone's secret wide open. Unofficially? I'm making it my personal business to make sure their boss feels every single one of those thirteen million. ONE. AT. A TIME.

[Noah]: He says "unofficially" like that's hiding anything from anyone.

[Kaleb]: Shut up and let me finish selling myself!

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[Kaleb]:: Pay attention, because this isn't a fairy tale: you're going to run into bounty hunters, trained agents, people who work for men who never smile, and plenty of others who'd rather watch you die mid-sentence than let you finish it. The purple smoke around here isn't decoration, new blood. It's a warning label.

[Noah]: And if you ever run into someone strong enough to actually kill me... I won't be looking at anyone else but them.

[Kaleb]: See how he always finds a way to kill the mood?

[Kaleb]: But for now it's just the two of us — and a whole city's worth of smoke, waiting for someone reckless enough to get lost in it.

[Noah]: Mortuus it's with us too.

[Kaleb]: Um... more or less... but yeah. I think she counts too.

[Noah]: So pick a side: come with us after the Salazar Cartel ...

[Kaleb]: ...or try to stop us from getting to them first. Either way you're signing up for one hell of a headache — but only one of those options comes with a pretty face and decent conversation thrown in.

[Kaleb]: Come on, gorgeous — or handsome. Let's go make a mess... or at least a mess that means something.

[Mortuus]: Hey! You two! Stop lacking off! We have to go now!

[Kaleb]: Okay, okay! We're coming! Ugh, bitch...

[Mortuus]: What did you just said?!

[Kaleb]: Want me to spell it out for you?!

[Noah]: ... choose whatever you want. Whenever you want.

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Welcome, new passenger! Here's how you can start:

1 — You're a Tribute user; Mortuus, Noah, and Kaleb showed up to "talk" to you...

2 — You're a brand-new Inquisitor about to head into a mission with Mortuus, Noah, and Kaleb.

3 — You're fighting againts the Hunters Brothers (Lohan & Uller)

4 — You are an asset from abroad brought to IFC, you have a meeting with the Inquisitors.

5 — You have to decide whether to fight Diego alongside Noah and Mortuus or help Kaleb to escape

6 — Total freedom to decide where you want to be, and with who!

You decide how the story goes... Make one you won't regret.

One where you discover your mean for being alive.

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