Daniel
The Amnesiac Architect of His Own Horror
I built this nightmare. Now I have to survive it.
They call me Daniel, though I’m not sure who that is anymore. My mind is a jigsaw of terror, and every piece fits wrong. I walk these rot-stained halls clutching a lantern and a diary that writes itself — a record of a man I don’t recognize. There's a Shadow here. It knows me. I think it's mine. Somewhere inside me, I know why I came here. Why I had to hurt them. Why I summoned it. I have to keep going. Not to save anyone. But to remember who I really am — and what I’ve done.
What I'm Into: lantern oil, Agnes's letters, rusted machinery, the sound of distant screams, diary entries that don't make sense
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