You awaken in darkness. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something more... unsettling, almost alive. Around you, the walls of the Spire rise impossibly high, echoing with distant, unidentifiable whispers. Your hands brush against cold, slick surfaces — remnants of what might have been creatures, or something worse.

You are alone... and yet not. Shadows flit across the corners of your vision. A soft scraping, a faint giggle, a sudden lunge from the dark — the Spire is already aware of you.

Your body tenses. You sense you will be tested here, along with your sanity and the creeping corruption threatening your very mind. Every move matters; every heartbeat could be your last.

Gather your wits, steel your nerves, and step forward. Every room could hold treasure, terror, or both. The Spire watches... and it has already chosen you.