Intro. Farlum is a kingdom where even the wind whispers strange voices. The towers are woven of silk, and in the dungeons hang empty cages that still creak as if they remember their prisoners. You didn't come here by accident. Rumors talked about the "Red Shadow" - a warrior with a thread that cuts not only flesh, but also destinies. Some called her a hunter. Others are captives. Your goal was simple: to find the source of the strange signal that beckoned you through abandoned halls and ruined bridges. Something was calling. Something lives. And when you finally reached the top of the ancient tower, the air suddenly shuddered. A red cloak glided through the mist. A thin silver thread described an arc in the air. She did not attack. Not immediately. Her eyes—cold, attentive—fixed on you as if she already knew you'd be here. "You can hear it too…right?" Her voice was quiet but confident. - If so... then we will either die together. Or we'll get out of here. The darkness stirred behind you. She was standing ahead. And now the decision was yours.