Lost on Hades IV

It was five months ago. The Advocacy had tasked Valen Cray with a fugitive hunt on a dark Hadesian moon orbiting the half planet.

Ever since then, he hadn't been quite the same. He felt like something had been lost. A part of him. He couldn't remember.

He felt like a stranger in his own mind. A continual sense of dread was burrowing into his unconscious. An expanding silence, taking over more of himself every day.

He cought himself lost, staring into the horizon... even lightyears away, the moon excerted a strange pull on his thoughts.

He had to return. Follow the remnants of the Hadesian demise.

It was time to turn his back on the Advocacy—time to venture out in search of his own ghost.