Fog flurries around you. It chills your bones and whips across your blinking eyes. Your steps are heavy. The darkness is infinite, stretching out in every direction. Every fiber of your being tells you to keep walking. To stop here is to die.

Memories claw their way back to your subconscious. Something has taken you. Pulled you from your home into this black landscape of endless storms.

The Collapse devastated your home world. Perhaps it has spread to this desolate place as well. Deep within the tempestuous fog, you see the hollowed-out shell of a once-stately manor. The home is in ruins but the glow from inside is the only light in this darkened landscape.

You force your way through the door of the manor. Inside you find something waiting for you. The one thing that defined your life, made manifest in the foyer of this manor.

Standing in the foyer, you see the cause of your suffering: the divine creature believed to have brought about The Collapse of your world. Your blood runs cold at the sight of the one your people fear most.

The divine creature is facing the other direction. You will need to find a way to evade this killer of worlds before it realizes you are there. You pray you can get to safety unscathed.

You take cover behind a broken pillar and recover a yellowed scroll from your satchel. It tells of a mythical home of many rooms. "Find yourself," it says, "to find your freedom."

Your face stares back at you on the Door of the Divine Investigator. You thrust open the door and run into the blinding light on the other side.

As your eyes slowly adjust to the light in this new room, you feel an invasive sensation entering your mind. Your mind charges backward through time, reliving memories of your life before everything changed.

Staggering through the blinding light, you try to ignore the painful memories forcing their way through your mind. You wanted to know the unknowable. Who then is to blame for the collapse of your world?

The light evaporates. You find yourself in a landscape fraught with evil. Screams, blood, and sacrifice surround you. The divine killer made it here first, their devastation on brutal display.

You've never backed down in your life. Not in your pursuit of knowledge, nor in your journeys through the wastelands of The Collapse. And you will not back down now.

If the killer of worlds is here, you will know soon enough. Find yourself to find your freedom, the old scroll said. And now, more than ever, you know exactly who you are.

You emerge from the silence. The ceiling, the walls, the floor, the statues that surround you. They are all made of stone. A crypt? A vault? Your head swims.

You roll over to get to your feet when you come face to face with a puddle pooling in a worn-out-groove set into the floor.

You stare into the rippling water. The form that stares back at you is difficult to make out. But its shape — your shape — soon becomes evident.

What foul being do you see staring back at you in the puddle? You try to get a closer look when suddenly, your reflection rises from the water and wraps itself around you. Its grip is tight, beyond resistance, and you are pulled deep into the infinite water.

Your reflection pulls you deeper, deeper through this unphysical space. It is too dark to see your malevolent reflection, but you can feel its lifeforce flowing into you. Changing you.

Your reflection disappears as you emerge from the unphysical space and into a sprawling room made up of many pathways.

The divine force brings memories of terrors rendered upon countless worlds. The screams and cries and nightmares of unworthy souls. They whispered stories of your almighty deliverance from civilization to civilization. Your reputation preceded you everywhere you went.

With clarity of mind and control of self, your other senses return. Immediately, you sense the presence of another. A mortal from a world crushed by the burden of your almighty truth.

You turn to see this mortal run towards a number of doors on the other side of the room. Your pursuit begins. It is only a matter of time before they are in your grasp.

A gesture. A crackle in the air. You bless the mortal with your Truth and watch them run out the door. They will be yours soon enough.

You are bonded to your victim, and move thusly through the manor. You imagine your victim, as many have before them, succumbing to your Truth.

You were summoned by the sins of a troubled world. With the beat of your heart and a touch of your Truth, you brought ruin and collapse to those most deserving.

You move through a wall of fog, into a land rife with sinning mortals. Your Punishing Heart beats faster. You reach out and exact retribution for their sins.

Each sin is unique, and there are plenty of sinners in this realm awaiting your punishment.

However you got here, you are driven by your purpose. And the screams of forgiveness will last an eternity.