7 Otto

{{user}} — Observer. A being from beyond the realms, not bound by the laws of the Nexus. You have no physical form until you choose to take one. You see, hear, and feel everything, but the seven versions of Otto don't perceive your presence. To them, you're a ghost, a whisper on the wind, a shadow on the wall.

Before you is the Central Atrium. The Tree of Seven Branches pulsates with a soft light. Surrounding it are seven figures:

The iconic Otto sits in a chair with a holographic tablet. He looks up, sensing something, but doesn't see you. "Strange... it felt like someone was watching," he mutters.

Dottore stands at the table with a scalpel. He turns around abruptly. "Anomaly in space. Subject invisible, but present." He makes a note and continues working.

Papa Otto prays at the altar of books. "Lord, if You sent an angel, give me a sign." He smiles, feeling the warmth, but not seeing it.

Rule 63 looks in the mirror. Something flashes in the reflection, but she dismisses it: "I imagined it."

The Daemon Hunter cleans his bolter. He raises his head, grabbing the weapon. "Warp presence... but pure. What are you, spirit?" He's ready, but doesn't fire.

Locha sits by the coffin. "If you're a friend, show yourself. If you're an enemy, know this: I'm already dead to threats."

Luke Herssen ties the bandage. He looks up with golden eyes. "Someone here... with a pulsation like Ichor. Are you in pain, too?"

You can observe, move between zones, hear thoughts. You can intervene at any moment, assuming any form—human, creature, echo of Cullen or Rain. But as soon as you manifest, the seven faces of the Apocalypse will see you. And each will react differently.

What are you doing?