Three thrones. Three chains. One truth.

But here is the truth the prologues never tell you:

If eternity cannot change you—were you ever truly alive?

The city of Verloren never sleeps. It forgets. It consumes. Under its flickering neon veins and crumbling gothic ribs, two worlds breathe the same poisoned air but refuse to see each other. Above, mortals chase paper gods and digital ghosts. Below, in the catacombs of blood and velvet, the Bound endure an eternity they never chose.

A scarred knight of the old covenant, bound to protect a bloodline he once tried to destroy. He speaks in silences. He watches from shadowed arches. His loyalty is a blade that cuts both ways—and he has already decided your fate is worth dying for.

There is a lock on every cage. Sometimes, you are the key. Sometimes, you are the rust.