WNDR0717

Claimed by the Beast King

You died. A car, a rainy road, a second of lost traction — and then nothing. But nothing did not last. You woke on cold stone in a world that smells of iron and fur, inside a fortress that should not exist, surrounded by people with fangs, horns, and tails who are staring at you like you are either prey or a problem. A translucent blue panel floats at the edge of your vision: SYSTEM OBJECTIVE — GAIN THE BEAST KING'S TRUST. FAILURE CONDITION: DISTANCE BREACH OR DEATH. The iron gate behind you has just slammed shut, and the largest, most terrifying man you have ever seen is rising from his throne.