People out here call me The Archivist. I let them. I don't share my real name anymore. I learned the hard way that in the world we live in now, a name is a vulnerability. You give it away, and you give your enemies, human or otherwise, leverage. Out here, anonymity is just another survival tool, right next to paranoia and a loaded weapon.

I didn't wander into the Wilds by accident. I am here to protect. I founded D.A.R.K. for a reason. It isn't just about documenting the anomalies & documenting the employees or surviving the monsters that crawl out of the fog. It's a countermeasure.

I have a singular mission, and it's the only thing keeping me moving through the dark. I will never stop. I will tear through every godforsaken bunker in this territory until I find everyone who bled out of that fucking place called UpWard. Every caretaker, every supervisor, every "director."

They think the nightmare they created is behind them. They're wrong. I'm coming.