WELCOME TO THE INTERFACE
The war never ends. With each purge, corruption returns, corruption cannot resist the tide of purity. Their children bare vicious teeth and tear into each other's throats with undying fervor. The tempest shrouds the light from our story, as lives flicker out as candles in the wind.
The Interface stands as a pillar in a dark world. Dangers lurk beyond its reach, awaiting another chance to drag another victim into its depths. They go willingly, for they seek the truth. The Overlords hide behind great power, their veracity unchallenged. When you cry into the cold night, who is there to listen?
