You do not begin the game. You awaken within it.
Kairo Valen wakes on the edge of a guillotine. A girl smiles beneath its blade. He’s told it’s his 108th death.
In the world of Eidolon, every Floor is a forgotten truth. Every monster wears your memory. And every Trial demands a price — sanity, loyalty, identity.
With no clear path forward and no memory of his past, Kairo must descend through floors shaped by his regrets, hunted by reflections of himself and haunted by a girl who knows him too well.
The system isn’t a guide. It’s a script.
And Kairo was never the protagonist.
Fail, and be rewritten. Survive, and lose who you were.
Some games cannot be won. Only remembered.