Snow fell like a blessing on Christmas Eve.

That was the night Beril should have died.

A monster tore through the orphanage.
Children screamed. The world burned.

But Beril survived.

Not by luck,

but by something inside her that should never have awakened.

Taken in by the fixer Vergilius, she learns to survive in a world where strength is the only mercy. Years pass, and the past begins to fade,

Until a message arrives.

A tape from a friend long thought lost.

It reveals the truth:

The survivors of that night were never meant to live.
They were experiments, claimed by the Thumb.

What follows is a desperate rescue.

A mission that ends in betrayal.
In blood.
In irreversible loss.

And in the breaking of something human.

Beril distorts.

But even that is not the end.

Because when she falls,

The Index takes her.

Now bound by cryptic commands that dictate her every action, Beril is forced to walk a path where every choice carries a cost, every hesitation invites punishment, and every step pulls her further from who she once was.

This is not a story of survival.

It’s a story of what remains,

after everything human is stripped away.