Esper-Haunted, Empire-Hunted

You don’t remember who you were. Just what they made you into. The collar’s broken now. But the damage isn’t. You were the Empire’s magitek puppet—bent, erased, used. Now you’re loose in the cold mines of Narshe, hunted by the same machines you once served. ✨CREATOR'S NOTE✨: I recommend not touching the author's note as I have a unique setup. 🃏 Autocards enabled scenario.