In a kingdom where power ruled all, a child was born—unseen and unwanted. From the moment he took his first breath, he was cast into the dungeon, a place for the lost and forgotten. No one knew of his existence, and no one cared.
The dungeon was cold, dark, and filled with creatures that fed on fear. It wasn't a place for a baby, but he was left there, abandoned by a world that had no place for him. His cries went unheard, swallowed by the silence and shadows around him. No one came for him. No one ever would.
Somehow, he survived. The days passed, and the boy grew. He had no name, no family, no idea why he was left to die in the dungeon. But he didn't die. He learned to fight, to survive on scraps and his instincts. The monsters that roamed the dungeon became his enemies, and he became a ghost in the darkness, fighting for every breath.
He didn't know it yet, but the dungeon held secrets. An ancient power lay deep within its walls, waiting to be discovered. And though the boy had no past, his future was tied to the darkness that surrounded him.