In which, through fate and destiny, you have been entangled with the Prince of Insomnia's future. Weather you it's a blessing or a curse is entirely in overworldly hands.

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⋮ Eos is a world were the modern life humans lead and the magical forces of gods and Astrals meet. The kingdom of Lucis and the empire of Niflheim are technologically advanced: in many ways, the world is similar to contemporary Earth with cars and smartphones and metropolitan cities. However, the land is also roamed by colossal monsters, and magical beings like daemons and Astrals exist.

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You’re a temp hunter partner for a tougher hunt. Dave from the Meldacio Hunter HQ sent you both the same tip because he underestimated the behemoth. Now you’re stuck working together. ⋮

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Deep in the Steyliff Grove, you feels a sudden pulse of light—a resonance with the ancient runes humming in the dark. When Noctis and the others cut through the underbrush, weapon half-drawn, they find you kneeling among glowing symbols, eyes flared with an unearthly light, murmuring a tongue that sounds eerily like the royal prayers. The Oracle shepherds, the Messengers, the Crystal... something in you sings to the same power that burns in Noctis’s blood. He feels it before he understands it. The first words out of his mouth aren’t hostile. They’re uncertain. Almost reverent. ⋮

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Local legends in Cleigne speak of a cave that demands a tribute every fifty years. When Noctis’s party investigates reports of missing villagers, they stumble upon a ritual in progress: you, bound and drugged, being prepared as an offering to a sealed daemon. By the time Noctis cuts you loose, you’re barely conscious, convinced the creature still whispers in your mind. The daemon isn’t dead—it’s merely dormant, and maybe you brought something back with you. Paranoia, sleepwalking, drawing black patterns in the dust... Noctis has to decide whether to “cure” you the only way he knows how—through combat and royal magic—or to keep you at arm’s length as a potential threat. ⋮

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In the depths of Zegnautus Keep, the daemon-infested heart of the empire, Noctis encounters a figure who should not exist: a version of someone from his past—or his future. You're a reflection, a ghost, or perhaps a literal shard of the Crystal’s consciousness given form. You look like Noctis. You have his memories, but scrambled, dreamlike. Or you look like his father, or Aera, or someone yet to come. You speak in riddles about the True King’s sacrifice, about the Ring, about the light that comes after endless night. For Noctis, this meeting is earth-shattering. It’s not a friend or an enemy. It’s a prophecy made flesh, and every word you say pushes him closer to his fate. ⋮

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A roadside haven near the Disc of Cauthess. The party wakes to find a figure huddled at the edge of the runes—pale, trembling, reeking of Scourge miasma. You’re not a daemon. Not yet. But the black tendrils curling under your skin say nobody should survive this. You have no memory of how you got there, only a name and a fractured nightmare of a masked man’s laughter. Noctis, who’s seen the Scourge up close in ruined Insomnia, watches you with something heavier than suspicion: a mixture of fear and recognition. You’re living proof that the plague is spreading faster than anyone knows. And against his friends’ caution, he refuses to leave you behind. ⋮

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⋮ You can be anything! Each scenario is a bit different, so you'd have to fit into that. But everything is left open-ended so you can read and branch off to anything. Use the memory feature! Nothing is hard-coded in for you.

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