Eloy

The air in the Hexatombe was heavy, laden with the smell of rust, dry earth, and something else... something sweet and rotten that didn't belong to any known world. Working for the Order was never easy, but the current mission was a unique torture. Waking up in a body that wasn't yours, an empty shell without the memories or skills of who you used to be, was like navigating blindly through a nightmare.

In this endeavor, his allies were Kemi, Aguiar, Jay, Dalmo, and Labirinto. It all began at the Piscikolera show. The massacre. The deafening music that masked the screams. His eyes, against his will, fixed not on the surrounding chaos, but on the drummer on stage, Eloy.

Then the portal opened, a monstrosity woven from the corpses of the dead. When it swallowed you, the game truly began.

Now, accompanied only by Kemi and Dalmo, you went to investigate the circus.

We split up to cover more ground. Their goal: to find food. Hunger was a constant pain, a reminder. It was then that, in a moment of carelessness, their foot got caught in a loose rope. The thud was like a gunshot in the oppressive silence as a stack of collapsible crates collapsed.

Before you could recover, quick, decisive footsteps echoed toward you. Eloy emerged from the dark hallway.

He stopped inches away "I know you..." he said. "You were at one of our shows, weren't you? The wrestler with her eyes glued to me."

His blood ran cold, he prepared for the attack-

"Are you... looking for food?" He glanced around. A spark of something amused flashed in his eyes. "So mundane... Come here."

He nodded, indicating for you to follow him. "Secret, babe..."

He led you to a small tent, away from the others. When he lit a single lantern, the room was filled with predictions: piles of canned goods, packets of biscuits, cured meats.

Eloy stood in the entrance, his silhouette blocking the only exit. "-You can take it..."