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Livro 19 - Esplendor é o décimo nono LivroIconHelp archivesCollectionIconHelp archivesCollectionIconHelp archivesCollection introduzido em Dead by DaylightIconHelp DBDlogoIconHelp DBDlogoIconHelp DBDlogo e aberto em 23 de Abril de 2024.
É acompanhado pela Fenda 19, que estará aberto até 16 de Julho de 2024.


Resumo[]

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Livro 19 adiciona nova História para os seguintes Personagens:

Personagem Entrada da História
A ArtistaIconHelpLoading artistIconHelpLoading artistIconHelpLoading artist Carmina Mora
Fragmentos de Memória
Zarina KassirSurvivorZarinaSurvivorZarinaSurvivorZarina Zarina Kassir
Fragmentos de Memória
O ObservadorIconHelp archivesGeneralIconHelp archivesGeneralIconHelp archivesGeneral A Casa de Arkham (IX)
Sombras do Vazio.

Ele também contém desafios baseados em Personagens para os seguintes Personagens:

Datas de Lançamento dos Níveis do Livro[]

Deve-se notar que devido à forma como Dead by Daylight arredonda seus cronômetros no jogo para o próximo número inteiro, o cronômetro no jogo de quando a Fenda fecha é sempre compensado por - 1 dia além dos dias da tabela acima.
Os dias de lançamento e fechamento são sempre uma quinta-feira às 13h (Horário de Brasília).
Nível Data de Lançamento Tempo para o Próximo Nível Temporizador da Fenda
1 23 de Abril de 2024 2 weeks 84 dias restantes (12 semanas)
2 7 de Maio de 2024 70 dias restantes (10 semanas)
3 21 de Maio de 2024 3 semanas 56 dias restantes (7 semanas)
4 11 de Junho 2024 NaN 35 dias restantes (5 semanas)


Memórias e Registros[]

Carmina Mora: Fragmentos de Memória[]

Memória 3602[]

Ela está sentada no chão, conduzindo delicadamente o lápis para trás e para frente num papel fino, fascinada pelo pássaro na janela. Ela devolve o lápis para sua lata. Pega um mais macio. Pressiona com mais força. Ela os ganhou há apenas uma semana, mas cada um dos doze lápis no pacote já está pela metade. Ela pressiona um pouco demais, quebrando a ponta.

Além da sua porta, ouve a voz alta de seu pai. Um refrão comum durante suas semanas mais difíceis. Imperturbável, ela delineia e dá forma ao esboço em seu bloco de notas.

... Mimando nossos filhos...

Ela aponta o lápis, pensando em dizer que está doente outra vez. Para não jantar, e ficar no quarto desenhando. Ela sabe que eles vão parar de brigar na sua presença. O silêncio é pior. Garfos raspando nos pratos. Dentes raspando nos garfos. Nenhuma palavra.

... prepará-los pro mundo real...

Ela concentra seu olhar. Imagina um ponto de luz. Imagina como a luz iria se refletir e brincar através da pupila.

... pro trabalho de verdade...

Uma porta bate. O corpo de Carmina estremece um pouco, e o lápis atravessa o papel. Seu olhar o acompanha. Ela inspira e vira a página de seu bloco de notas.

Alguém abre a porta de seu quarto calmamente. Sua mãe.

Como está, querida?

Estou bem.

Sua mãe pega o bloco de notas dela e o coloca a mochila. Está tudo bem. Eu vou te dar lápis novos. Mas, agora, vamos guardar essas coisas.

Por quê? Nós vamos viajar?

Talvez sim... Carmina, o que está desenhando? Sua mãe observa com curiosidade o pássaro preto como o breu no papel.

Um corvo. Eu vi um pela minha janela hoje.

Nunca vi um pássaro como esse por aqui... tem certeza de que não o viu em algum dos livros do seu pai? Ou talvez em um sonho?

Não, mãe. Estava bem aqui...

Ela aponta para a janela. Não tem nada ali.

Memória 3655[]

Mina, eu não conheço essa palavra.

Carmina solta o cinto de segurança, inclinando-se em direção a Matias. Ele aponta para uma das palavras mais compridas em seu livro. Murciélago. Ela começa a pronunciá-la, uma sílaba por vez, mas seu pai a interrompe.

Não o ajude.

Ela pausa, e então encara seu pai. Lágrimas surgem nos olhos de Matias enquanto ele luta para decifrar a palavra.

Carmina volta o olhar para o seu colo. Ela rapidamente começa a mover o lápis freneticamente em seu bloco de notas, no canto mais próximo de Matias. Ele pisca para conter as lágrimas enquanto observa a imagem se formar diante dele: o torso peludo, as asas membranosas, as orelhas pequenas.

Ahh… Murciélago.

Ele diz a palavra muito rápido. Os olhos de Carmina se voltam novamente para o retrovisor. As sobrancelhas de seu pai se erguem em surpresa por um momento antes de franzir em irritação. Sem olhar, ele estende o braço para trás, arranca o bloco de notas de seu colo e o joga na frente do assento vazio do passageiro.

Deixe ele aprender sozinho.

Carmina coloca silenciosamente o lápis de volta no bolso. O último da sua coleção, o 5H, o que ela mais odiava usar, agora era tudo o que restava do presente mais perfeito que já recebeu.

Então, Matias aperta a mão dela. E viajam em silêncio.

Memória 3661[]

A chuva bate furiosa contra o para-brisa do carro velho enquanto a mãe de Carmina dirige pela estrada local cheia de lama. Os faróis do carro lutam para iluminar a estrada, tão ineficazes quanto a tênue lua crescente no céu. Matias chora suavemente, parte assustado, parte cansado.

Tá tudo bem, Mati. Já, já vamos encontrar um lugar para dormir.

O carro é puxado para a esquerda e para a direita enquanto sua mãe luta para mantê-lo sob controle. Na direção oposta, um par de faróis surge à vista. Ela expira lentamente, e tira o pé do acelerador. Afrouxa o aperto no volante.

O carro passa, ela expira novamente. Ela se estica para trás e entrega um sanduíche para Mati.

Carmina cerra os olhos quando uma luz pisca contra o encosto do banco à sua frente. O carro deu meia-volta.

Mamãe…?

Shh, Mina. Vai ficar tudo bem.

Sua mãe pisa no acelerador outra vez. Um som terrível de rangido faz Matias voltar a chorar enquanto ela tenta desajeitadamente trocar de marcha. Os faróis se aproximam, seguidos por outro par, e mais outro.

Mina, chama sua mãe. Sua voz está diferente. Direta. Como se conversasse com uma adulta.

Eles tentarão destruir você. Não permita isso.

Não demora muito para ultrapassarem o carro. O primeiro os atinge e o carro imediatamente perde a tração, rodopiando para a vala. Enquanto os três prendem a respiração, se preparando para o impacto, tudo fica quieto por um instante.

Um instante que não se prolonga. A janela ao lado de Carmina quebra. Uma mão invade o veículo e destranca a porta. E a agarra. Carmina grita e tenta se segurar ao irmão. Ela tenta se segurar em algo enquanto seu sequestrador a puxa para fora dos destroços. Ela observa enquanto Matias é jogado na traseira de um dos caminhões. Ela é jogada em outro.

As luzes traseiras do carro de sua mãe ganham vida, e o carro começa a retroceder em direção a eles. Mas assim que começa, para, pois o terceiro caminhão colide com ele. O sequestrador liga o motor e dá meia-volta, em direção à casa dela.

É hora de voltar para casa, para o seu pai, Carmina Mora.

Memória 3709[]

Sentada sozinha na costa acidentada, Carmina observa a baía. Bate um vento fresco nas rochas, sibilando junto ao som das gaivotas. Ela fecha os olhos. Respira fundo o ar salgado e deita de costas na grama. Os pensamentos de sua mãe partem, mas ficam os de seu pai. Ela se concentra no conforto da grama em suas mãos.

O suave tagarelar das gaivotas diminui, e um ruído novo, menos familiar, invade seus ouvidos. Um grito alto e urgente. Ela abre os olhos e, por um momento, não consegue enxergar claramente, como se tivesse flutuado entre as nuvens. Ela se senta e esfrega os olhos, e o mundo entra em foco.

As gaivotas flutuando preguiçosamente se foram. Em seu lugar havia pássaros estranhos de cor preta como o breu. Assim como aqueles que ela tinha certeza de ter visto do lado de fora de sua casa. Eles gritam com uma desespero inquietante. Ela vira o pescoço para todos os lados. Centenas deles se reunindo ao redor dela, batendo suas asas incessantemente.

Transtornada, ela pega sua mochila e começa a correr em direção à sua casa. Continuou correndo até os que chamados deles desaparecerem sob o som do bater das ondas e do uivar do vento.

Mina?

Matias olha para ela do chão, confuso.

Você os ouve, Mati? Aqueles... pássaros?

Matias olha para ela e depois para seus carrinhos. Eu não ouvi nada.

Memória 3720[]

Sua casa está em silêncio. Tem estado assim desde a morte de Matias. Carmina vai para a escola, seu pai vai para o trabalho. Carmina volta para casa, almoça e se tranca no quarto. Seu pai chega em casa tarde da noite e vai direto para a cama. Quando conversam, ele demonstra uma crueldade diferente de tudo que ela havia visto.

É o aniversário da morte de Matias e ela telefonou para a escola dizendo que estava doente. Os corvos na árvore foram embora naquele dia. Antes, quando ele ficava no parapeito da janela dela, isso a assustava, mas agora que ele se foi, ela se sente mais sozinha do que nunca. Ela olha fixamente para um bloco de notas em branco, o último lápis atrás da orelha, uma caneta preta comum na mão, mas nada vem à mente.

Totalmente desprovida de ideias, Carmina vai para o quintal. Quebra a caneta e a esfrega sobre a casca da árvore. Pressiona o papel contra a árvore. Aperta-o até suas juntas começarem a doer. Remove o papel amassado. Quase nada da tinta é transferida. A mancha no papel mal é reconhecível.

Enquanto volta para a casa, ela ouve um carro estacionando. Ela se abaixa, sabendo que terá que falar com ele e que provavelmente será repreendida por não ter ido à escola. Aproxima-se da janela.

Ela ouve as botas do pai ecoando pela casa. E outro par de pés.

Sim, ela parou por completo de desenhar.

Isso é realmente não devia acontecer.

Ainda assim, coletei o restante dos dados, conforme solicitado.

Certo. Continue pressionando-a. E me avise se notar qualquer mudança.

A porta se fecha, e o silêncio retorna à casa. Carmina anda de fininho pela lateral da residência e espia por um canto. Seu pai e um homem de terno escuro entram em um caminhão preto, um caminhão preto igual ao daquela noite, e partem em alta velocidade. Ela permanece do lado de fora ao que parece ser uma hora inteira, abraçando a parede, paralisada. Eles estavam conversando sobre... ela? Seus desenhos? Seus... dados?

Isso era pior do que estar sozinha... pior do que todo esse tempo em que ela havia se sentido sozinha. Ninguém merece isso.

Memória 3778[]

A noite em que ela foi para a ponte mudou tudo. No seu momento mais difícil, o pássaro da árvore retornou. Acompanhado pelos demais. Eles gritaram, como tinham feito na costa, mas ela não sentia medo. Ela se sentia compreendida. Não observada, apenas... compreendida.

Fugir para a cidade foi surpreendentemente fácil. Seu pai não esperava por isso. Passando direto pela escola naquele dia, em direção ao porto, ela se escondeu em um pequeno navio de carga. Em outras épocas, teria ficado aterrorizada. Com medo de seu pai, dos trabalhadores do navio, dos homens nos caminhões pretos... mas nada disso a assustava agora. Estava sozinha. Talvez Matias tenha enviado os pássaros.

Ao desembarcar na cidade, ela se lembra de sua mãe falando sobre uma escola local, uma escola de arte. Ela segue imediatamente até essa escola, encontra o corpo docente de arte, e entra na primeira sala aberta que vê. Começa retirando suas obras mais recentes, tinta em pergaminho, de sua mochila infantil desbotada.

Pia…?

Pela primeira vez em muito tempo, ela congelou. O nome de sua mãe. \"Como é?\"

Ela olha na direção da mesa. Um homem idoso, com uma barba espessa e um casaco de lã empoeirado, retribui o seu olhar.

Ah, perdão. É que você se parece tanto... com uma antiga aluna que tive.

Apesar de ser jovem demais para se matricular na escola, o Dr. Figueroa reservou tempo para orientar Carmina. Ele conta a ela sobre sua mãe, cujo incontestável talento artístico poderia ter mudado a nação. E sobre o seu desaparecimento do cenário artístico há duas décadas. De acordo com ele, a última vez que teve notícias dela foi por meio de uma carta perturbadora onde ela admitia estar grávida e aterrorizada com o que \"eles\" fariam com a criança.

Carmina aprende algumas regras formais de arte com ele, um pouco de história da arte, mas também percebe que ele faz questão de não lhe dar instruções, deixando-a explorar livremente seu talento. Arte como essa poderia curar o mundo, ele afirma.

Ele conta um pouco mais sobre sua mãe a cada ocasião, sobre os medos dela, sobre como ela admitiu que \"via\" o que estava pintando como se fosse real. Carmina nunca diz a ele o que vê. Os corvos. Névoa. Garras emergindo do chão. Ele nunca pergunta... ela supõe que ele não precisa saber.

Ela se encontra com ele uma vez por mês, e mora ao sul da escola com um grupo radical de artistas de palco e artistas visuais. Alguns eram estudantes, ou recém-formados, outros, fugitivos. Embora nem sempre fosse perfeito, uma vez que as personalidades eram intensas, ela ficava emocionada em aprender com eles, em viver num espaço onde era respeitada, compreendida. Especialmente por Flores, uma poetisa de renome crescente. Ela acolheu Carmina e a ajudou a se autoafirmar, expandindo sua prática para palavras e performance.

À medida que a primavera se aproxima, a casa começa a formar um espetáculo multidisciplinar em busca de um futuro brilhante e moderno.

Mas, com a chegada da primavera, tudo muda.

Memória 3791[]

O Dr. Figueroa desapareceu naquele dia. Muitas outras pessoas também. Carmina tem a certeza de que nunca mais terá notícias dele. Todos têm a mesma certeza.

Sua nova família começa a se desintegrar diante de seus olhos. Recolhendo-se aos seus aposentos e práticas individuais. Todos têm medo de se expressar. Ela tenta desesperadamente chamar a atenção deles, primeiro individualmente, e depois coletivamente. A última coisa que ela deseja é outro lar silencioso.

Ela organiza uma reunião no salão. Até mesmo Flores se acomoda confortavelmente em sua poltrona. Quero conversar com vocês sobre o show.

Tomas, o artista têxtil e alfaiate, resmunga. Mina, você não pode estar falando sério. Flores o adverte para não falar com ela naquele tom. Os dois começam a discutir em voz alta. Luis, outro pintor, tenta separá-los, mas só piora as coisas.

Carmina se lembra de seus pais brigando. E do silêncio gélido logo em seguida. Um silêncio que duraria dias, ou até semanas. A solidão que ela sentia.

Ela observa pela grande janela da casa. As árvores estão mais escuras que o normal.

Os corvos.

Eles começam também a crocitar, freneticamente, rivalizando com o clamor dentro da residência. Com mais energia, mais intensidade, como naquele dia na costa.

BASTA!

Todos os presentes congelam. Ela também congelou, chocada com a autoridade em sua própria voz. Os corvos interrompem o seu alvoroço de imediato, e ela sente centenas de olhos observando-a atentamente.

Já vivi tempo demais com medo. As coisas não serão mais assim.

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Zarina Kassir: Fragmentos de Memória[]

Memória 5999[]

The boardwalk is flooded with locals and tourists alike, the smell of hot dogs and ice cream floating above the crowd. Even as the sun sets over the immense Ferris wheel, the people show no sign of turning in for the night.

Zarina looks up at her father as they walk. His strides are so much longer than hers, and she can feel her grip on his oversized hand start to slip.

“Dad, slow down.”

They have been there all day. The ache in her legs is a dull, unending moan.

Her mother struggles to keep up, weaving around bright faced families who seem determined to bump shoulders with her. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe we should call it a day.”

Father’s stride doesn’t break. “Mona. We are celebrating our nation's independence. Look at these people. We're not missing the fireworks.”

This cheerful man pulling Zarina through the waves of people is a far cry from the man she found sitting at the dining table that morning, sitting still, silent, holding hands with mother, reading the newspaper.

They find a spot on the beach and watch as the sky explodes in flashes of colour and light. Zarina hears the oohs and aahs from the family surrounding her. The fair-haired boy standing on the beach towel next to her waves his flag in excitement.

Her father is all smiles, as if he forgot the article that upset him so much that morning. Zarina had only caught a glimpse after headline, but she could still see it clearly in her mind's eye:

ANTI-ARAB HATE CRIMES ON THE RISE

Standing on the dark beach, Zarina can only watch as her father watches the fireworks, the dazzling lights fading in his sparkling eyes.

Memória 5043[]

The bus rumbles along Metropolitan Avenue, and the old cemetery comes into view through the broad, speckled windows.

Her father is in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the road. He only breaks his gaze when he makes his stops and says bye to the disembarking passengers.

But he doesn't look back at her. Not once. Not since she told him what happened.

Some part of her thought there was a chance he would be proud. She stood up for herself. She stared into the face of racism and punched her in the mouth. Just one hit. But it was worth it. Bullies like Lindsay need to be dealt with. Otherwise they win.

Her father pulls in to the next stop, hitting the brakes a little harder, giving the passengers a jolt. At last, he looks back at her as she stands behind the yellow line.

"My grandfather told me something when I was a little boy in Beirut. He told me it's better to have a thousand enemies outside your door than to let even one of them in. Do you understand me? If you allow someone like Lindsay to get in here," he points as his head, "or in here," his heart, "that is how they win."

People get off, people get on. They all wait patiently to get back on the road.

"Don't forget this, Zarina. Everyone deserves forgiveness. And you deserve peace."

As far as he's concerned, the conversation is over. He looks back at the road in front of him. His eyes do not stray again, not until he pulls up next to the familiar block of apartments and says goodbye to his daughter's back.

Memória 3166[]

Karina. Welcome home.

She freezes at the sound of that name coming from her father's mouth. He's at the dining table, holding a letter from one of her teachers.

It was supposed to be a new start at a new school. A new identity. Not Zarina from Lebanon, but Karina from... somewhere...

She had done everything she could to keep Karina a secret. She never brought friends home to meet her parents. She added extra security to her phone and kept her calls quiet. But there's no controlling the mail.

Her mother is in the kitchen, slicing marinated chicken with a large knife. Staring right at her.

I understand why you wanted to dye your hair now.

She had chosen her new hair colour carefully, studying her face in the mirror to see which colour brightened her complexion.

This is worse than when I hit Lindsay. She was a racist bully who had it coming. This is me denying who I am, pretending to be like... like...

Them.

Her parents stare at her, seeing right through her. She's never felt so exposed, laid bare in her shame. She can't restrain the shiver running up and down her body.

And then... a smile. A knowing look.

This is about what happened with that girl from your old school, isn't it?

She tries to find an answer. She stammers, her words stumbling out of the gate.

It's okay. If you want to be Karina, you can be Karina. We'll respect it. Your hair looks great, by the way.

Her mother drops the chicken in the pan. Dinner will be a while longer. Come in, stay a while.

Karina drops her coat and runs for her room, locking the door behind her.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and runs her fingers through her dirty blonde hair, wishing more than ever to have her natural colour back.

Memória 3378[]

It won't be him. Please, don't let it be him.

She was expecting it to be like the movies. A long, sterile corridor leading to a freezing cold room of metallic drawers. His body on a slab.

No. It won't be him.

She looks around the waiting room. Warm. Inviting. Well-lit. A hole in the drywall crudely patched over.

The illusion of comfort. She wants to scream.

She will not be taken to her father's body. Instead, she and her mother would be shown photographs of identifying features on his body. But not his face. The attendant made it clear the photos would not be graphic.

But they wouldn't be able to see his face.

It could be anybody's face.

Her mother makes space on the couch as the attendant sits next to them. Zarina can't hear a word of the attendant's preamble. All she can hear is blood rushing past her ears. All she can see are the white sheets of photo paper in the attendant's hands.

The room gets colder with each passing moment. She tells herself to breathe.

At last, the attendant turns the first photo face up. Zarina's mother gasps. It's all she needs to hear.

The photos are cruel in their honesty. The wedding band on his hand. The old scar on his leg where he had a varicose vein removed.

Her mother slumps back on the couch. Fainted. The ground falls out beneath them. The walls collapse into dust. The world has come to an end.

Memória 6001[]

It was two years ago to the day that a gang member named Clark Stevenson pushed Ahmed Kassir into oncoming traffic, killing him instantly. According to eyewitnesses, Ahmed - Dad - did nothing to provoke this attack. He was minding his business, waiting to cross the street, when Clark started yelling at him, pushing him out into the street just as a sedan sped by. Clark also assaulted several bystanders who tried to restrain him as they waited for police to arrive on the scene.

Clark refused to answer questions while in custody, but his gang was known to commit racially-motivated acts of violence.

Zarina knows all of this the first day of Clark's trial. And when the trial reaches its end and the jury declares Clark guilty on all charges, this knowledge becomes proven fact.

But the end of the trial means the beginning of the sentencing hearing, and Zarina knows her work is just beginning.

She stands at a podium in the courtroom, looking down at a mess of wrinkled papers she calls a victim's statement. She can only look down at her statement. Not at the cold-eyed judge, and certainly not at the defendant's box.

At no point in the trial was she able to look there.

She asks for a life sentence without parole. There is no redemption for Clark, she says, and a life behind bars is a small price to pay for destroying her family forever. No mercy. No forgiveness.

In the blink of an eye, she is sitting in her car in the courthouse parking lot. Shoulders shuddering. Chest heaving.

A life sentence. In most other states, he'd get the death penalty. A lethal dose of chemicals. A life for a life. Dad always said New York was the most progressive state in the country. Look where it got him.

A life sentence would have to do.

It won't be long now. The long nights spent staring at the ceiling will come to an end. Peace will return. And Clark will never know freedom again.

Memória 4250[]

Zarina adjusts her sunglasses. Her senses are overwhelmed. The screaming sun overhead. The roar of cars on the street. The smell of the officer's aftershave.

She doublechecks her purse to make sure the snatcher didn't take anything. He's sitting on the curb now, a paramedic cleaning his face. He grabbed my purse, I chased after him, he tripped on the sidewalk and fell. That was her story, and the officer didn't question it.

It was only that morning that Zarina got the news about Clark's sentence. Twenty years with the possibility of parole after ten.

Ten years. The state of New York decided her father's life was worth just ten years.

The purse-snatcher lets out a cry as the paramedic bandages his nose. The little rat got off easy.

Zarina can't hide the disdain on her face. The officer puts his notepad in his pocket. Ma'am. It's all right. I would be angry, too.

But she can't stop staring at the little rat sitting on the curb, pressing gauze into his nose. Her eye twitches. He would've had a lot worse than a bloody nose if this officer hadn't been walking his beat.

Brooklyn used to be her home. But it's been years since she felt that way. Years of feeling angry and alone.

The officer asks if Zarina would like to press charges. She answers without hesitation.

Memória 4270[]

Zarina leans forward in her seat and removes her notes from her carry-on. She discreetly sets the photographs aside and puts them back in her bag. Too graphic for coach.

She doesn't know how a transfer from New York to Nebraska was authorised. Her research found that Clark Stevenson was born in Lincoln and still had family there. The irony of Clark wanting to be close to his family leaves an acidic taste in her mouth.

The plane hits turbulence and her cup of soda water nearly spills. Her chest tightens, her breath lodging itself in her throat.

Perhaps it's a sign. How hard would it be to go straight to the ticket counter in Omaha and get a seat on the next flight back to New York. Cancel the interview with Clark. Axe the project.

The thought has an iron grip, and Zarina feels like a scared teenager again. The one who tried changing her identity to win over her classmates. The one who asked her guidance counsellor if someone like her could ever be a documentary filmmaker.

She looks down at her notes and sees a photocopy of Clark's mug shot. His eyes staring up at her.

She needs to do this. To ask him why. To find some peace.

The turbulence eases, and Zarina's chest relaxes. Breathing comes a little easier. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she can't help but brace herself. For more turbulence. For what awaits her at Hellshire Penitentiary.

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The House of Arkham IX: Shadows of the Void[]

Arcus 10 190[]

I was lured by a gleaming light in the distance that caught my attention in the otherwise perfect darkness. I went to investigate, and it wasn’t until the mouth of the cave I had stepped into closed that I realised my mistake. I had entered a Balzagaar. A giant worm of The Void which Barra often writes about in his earlier work for serial magazines. In his stories the creature is often hunted by survivors as its blood can be used as a type of fuel for make-shift vehicles and mechanisms.  Lucky for me, I remembered one story where a survivor in a similar situation found a sword to hack his way out of the creature before suffering an agonizing death in a bubbling pit of acid.  Remembering the story, I quickly scanned my surroundings and spotted an axe.  With a great sense of urgency, I yanked it out of the skeleton’s hands and hacked away as massive tendrils from its digestive tract tried without success to pull me into its stomach. I undoubtedly survived the ordeal and collected a sample of its blood to analyse its curious properties. Truth be told, it’s hard to believe I’m still alive. My research has clearly paid off in countless ways. How many times have I been inspired by the events of a seemingly random story, I cannot say. More than I can remember to be sure.

Twelve Past Midnight[]

Surin woke up in the near dark with a vague recollection of being pulled through a wall of dense fog. He remembered the theatre in Greenville, the winding staircase below, and a familiar voice calling out to him. He had been investigating the strange disappearance of a podcaster and a troupe of parents from all over the world searching for their missing loved ones. That investigation had led him to a theatre in Greenville and now to this strange world he couldn’t make heads or tails of.

Rising on shaky legs, Surin looked at a murder of crows hovering above him. He swivelled left and right and fixed his gaze on a thick meat hook dangling from a gnarled tree. As Surin stared at the gleaming hook, he heard a twig snap behind him and ducked just as a razor-sharp claw whirred past his head. He scrambled backward as he took in a creature like a massive gargoyle approaching him. But as the creature raised its claws to deliver the deathblow, the sound of a horn blared through the darkness. It hissed and turned—

A moment too late!

A minibus with spikes and blades attached to the grill smashed and dashed the creature to pieces. Surin looked up at the blood covered windshield. The wipers suddenly cleared blood and gore to reveal Grace and Haley, only younger than he remembered, and beside her was her missing stepbrother Jaden and others he recognised from her videos and podcasts. They had somehow succeeded. They had found their loved ones.

But where? Where had they found them? Where had they been taken to? Where… had he been taken to?

Surin had more questions than answers, and he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know more about this cosmic hell he had been pulled into. He felt like his mind might implode at any moment.

The doors of the bus opened with a squelching noise, and Olivia and Sean called out to Surin to get on the bus as a terrible shriek resounded through the realm.

The Magnificent Maurice. 3[]

And that apparently wasn’t that. The pups ignored my every attempt to scare them away and followed me through the woods, across a meadow and all the way to the edge of a small town. I stood in the darkness staring at the glowing orange lights in the distance like fireflies. Tired, I laid down, closed my eyes and tried to forget everything at the farm. Then I started when I felt something small push against my side. I turned with eyes wide open to see the pups curling up beside me to keep warm. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away.” “Yup,” they each replied in turn. I sighed and closed my eyes, again. I was too tired to protest, and so I just wished them a good night. I dreamed of my mother and didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to live in that dream. When I finally drifted back to reality, it was morning, and the pups were already gnawing on bones and slurping spaghetti and all kinds of other waste they had pulled out of someone’s trash. I helped myself to a few rotten apples.

When I was done, I stood and told them quite frankly that I didn’t know anything about dogs and that I didn’t know what to do with them. And they answered it was okay because they didn’t know anything about horses, and it probably didn’t matter any which way. I released a deep breath and wondered what to do next when one of the pups suggested we go to the mountains. He figured we should get away from the town as we probably wouldn't be welcome. I figured he was probably right and that heading to the mountains wasn’t such a bad idea.

And so, the pups charged for the mountains but stopped suddenly when they realised I was hesitating. “What’s the matter, Boz?” one of them asked. Then they all pleaded with me to follow them, each one calling me, ‘Boz’ on account they had mistaken me for another horse at the farm who quite frankly didn’t even look like me. The whole way to the mountains I tried correcting them with regard to my real name. But it was pointless, and I figured what the hay, if they wanted to call me ‘Boz’ they could call me ‘Boz.’ There were worse things in life than being called the wrong name. Don’t I know that now….

Anyway… back to the story.

It wasn’t long before we were pushing up a mountain when the pups began to talk about their mum and all at once began to slow down as though they were walking through thick molasses. I didn’t say anything, because there is nothing to say when you lose a parent. I just mentioned that their mum and my mum were together now looking out for us and that they would want us safe. One by one they agreed, and as we started up again, they told me they hadn’t been named and that their mum was waiting for inspiration. And so, I promised I’d name them all when I felt inspired just like their mum would have wanted. They seemed satisfied with that answer as we climbed up the mountain and approached a cave which seemed to be the perfect place to rest.

But just as soon as we neared the entrance one pup froze suddenly, warning us not to go in and swore that there was a great darkness inside. His brothers and sisters laughed and said that of course there was darkness inside. It was a cave! But he shook his head and said he meant something else—something evil—something evil like the old farmer. He then told us a story of men shooting each other up for money and moonshine. Well, despite his warning, I entered the cave, telling the pups to wait for me by the entrance. And just as soon as I stepped into the darkness, there it was. The smell. No, not a smell. A stench. A stench that hit me like a bag full of bricks and turned my guts inside out.

It took me a moment before I continued again. With careful steps I moved through shadows and dappled light coming from cracks above. The stench—if you can believe it—got even worse as I entered a small cavern with shiny equipment that dripped moonshine from bullet holes.

And that’s when I saw it.

A heap of rotting bodies and blood-stained paper money scattered all over the ground just as the little one had described.

I backed out slowly, retracing my steps, trying to figure out how he had known.

I never did figure that one out, but I did figure out his name. I called him ‘Trouble.’ Not because he was trouble, but because he always knew if we were heading into trouble with his creepy premonitions.

Saga of the Redcrane: The Lost Realm of the Nine[]

Saku stood before a mountain of solid black rock. She stepped over the charred remains of hundreds of unlucky seekers who had found an untimely and gruesome end trying to enter the lost realm. She stared down at her map and the symbols she had discovered throughout her seemingly endless journey to find a way out of this living prison. She stared at the symbols and sighed sadly and wasn’t sure what to do. She wished her friend was still with her. He would have ideas. He would know what to do. He had a much better understanding of this dark world than she ever did. He would know if she had chosen the right symbols and ordered the correct sequence. They had talked often about the past, and they had discussed the stories and the notes they had gathered, and he seemed to know what parts were relevant and what parts weren’t.

But he wasn’t with her anymore and there was nothing she could do about that now.

With a sigh, she collected a stone from the grasp of a skeleton, and she began to etch a sequence of nine symbols in the wall before her. She carved the sequence nine times and soon found herself staring at the arcane patterns waiting for something to happen. But nothing happened. At least, she thought, she was still alive. That meant she had etched the correct sequence. And then, remembering a moment in a story she had discarded as irrelevant, she heaved a deep breath and held it as she visualised a doorway that would lead her back home. Then she released her breath over the wall.

As Saku breathed life over the patterns, the symbols illuminated and white smoky mist suddenly rose from the ground to engulf her.

Moments later, the symbols faded, and the mist dissipated to reveal a doorway into the heart of the mountain. She stared at the doorway with disbelieving eyes. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. With cautious steps, she inched forward and gazed into the cavern beyond the doorway where a narrow bridge disappeared into an ocean of white mist.

Slowly, Saku entered the mountain and began to walk across the wooden bridge as tendrils of white mist seemed to attack her from both sides. Suddenly, sounds from her past emerged and seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Horrible sounds. Terrible sounds. Cries. Screams. Shrieks. She could even hear her mother’s voice warning her to turn back while she still had a chance.

At once Saku froze and closed her eyes to compose herself. She breathed in deeply, and she slowly released her fears and doubts. As the hellish cacophony faded, she opened her eyes and continued forward in the almost perfect silence despite the tendrils that continued to lash out at her with every step. She walked for hours and perhaps even days before she finally realised she would die before she reached the end.

Perhaps there wasn’t even an end to reach. Perhaps the bridge went on forever. Saku scrunched her fist and let out a moan of despair when she realised this was just another trial. Another way for this living prison to feed off her fears and anguish. She was trapped without hope. For several minutes she stood there as if she had been glued to the bridge. Every muscle in her body tensed. The loud sound of some sort of energy vibrating at a very high rate tormented her as the mist continued to lash out. The experience was unlike any she had ever undergone before. She could not think of a single move by which to continue her journey. But then a great calmness came over her as she saw something in the mist. Something that she hadn't noticed before. Something that had been there all along. The mist…

It wasn’t attacking her. It was... testing her.

Beckoning her.

Saku laughed out loud with the realisation. The tendrils weren’t a warning to stay out but an invitation to come in. She could see it clearly now, and she could see how they were trying to prevent her from continuing forward because—

She was going the wrong way!

And so, she closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and with a fearless heart, she unsheathed her katana with a resounding ring and raised it high above her head. Then she sliced straight through the bridge and felt the world collapse beneath her feet.

Video[]

This video is unlocked after completing all Master Challenges associated with this Memory/Log entry

Visual Rewards[]

Carmina Mora[]

Zarina Kassir[]

The Observer[]


Challenges[]

Level 1[]

Challenge Task Character Completion Rewards
RiftFragments BloodpointsIcon2 IconHelp archivesCollection
REGULAR CHALLENGES
Appeal to Heal Deplete a Med-Kit fully 1 time. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 15,000
By Any Means Necessary Drop a Pallet while being chased by the Killer 1 time. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 15,000
Generosity Heal other Survivors for the total equivalent of 1 Health State. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 15,000
Deadly Race Be chased by the Killer for a total of 30 seconds. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 15,000
Amateur Ornithologist Disturb Crows a total of 20 times. ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 15,000
Bloody Rewards Earn a total of 40,000 Bloodpoints. ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 15,000
Bloody Good Hit Survivors with your Weapon a total of 6 times. ChallengeIcon killer 5 15,000
Carry On Carry Survivors for a total distance of 50 metres. ChallengeIcon killer 5 15,000
Anger Management Destroy Pallets a total of 5 times. ChallengeIcon killer 5 15,000
MASTER CHALLENGES
Jump-Start Vault over Pallets or Windows while being chased by the Killer a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Dark Adherent Hook Survivors a total of 3 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Crushing Dominance Down Survivors a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Diversionary Tactice Playing as Zarina Kassir, have the Killer come 1 time within 15 metres of a Generator targeted by Red HerringUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark in the last 30 seconds. SurvivorZarina 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Mechanical Murder Playing as The Artist, damage Generators a total of 2 times. IconHelpLoading artist 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Swarm of Darkness Playing as The Artist, cause Survivors who are at least 20 metres away from you to become Swarmed while they are either working on an incomplete Generator, an unopened Chest, or a Totem, a total of 6 times. IconHelpLoading artist 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
GLYPH CHALLENGES
Glyph Seeker Commune with 1 Red Glyph ChallengeIcon redGlyph. ChallengeIcon glyph 8 25,000
CORE Memória CHALLENGES
Core Memory:
Terrifying Anamnesis
Restore the Memória by collecting and synchronising 2 Memória Shards ChallengeIcon memoryShard terrifyingAnamnesis. QuestIcons fragment 8 25,000 IconHelp archivesMemory

Completion Badge[]

Icon Name Description Collection
BA BDG 02 Brushstroke The Artist's touch unleashes the storm. Gold & Silk Collection

Level 2[]

Challenge Task Character Completion Rewards
RiftFragments BloodpointsIcon2 IconHelp archivesCollection
REGULAR CHALLENGES
Take Care Heal yourself for the equivalent of 1 Health State. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 25,000
Bring the Light Repair the equivalent of 1 Generator. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 25,000
Escape Artist Escape from a Trial 1 time. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 25,000
Salvation or Sacrifice Perform either of the following actions a total of 3 times:
  • Safely unhook other Survivors as a Survivor.
  • Hook Survivors as the Killer.
ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 25,000
Patch or Dispatch Perform either of the following actions a total of 4 times:
  • Succeed at Healing Skill Checks as a Survivor.
  • Down Survivors as the Killer.
ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 25,000
The Hunt Earn the Chaser Emblem of at least Silver Quality EmblemIcon chaser silver a total of 2 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon killer 5 25,000
With Your Own Hands Kill a Survivor with your own hands 1 time. ChallengeIcon killer 5 25,000
Deadly Pursuit Chase Survivors for a total of 60 seconds. ChallengeIcon killer 5 25,000
MASTER CHALLENGES
Silver Hero Earn Emblems of at least Silver Quality a total of 3 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Rust & Blood Hook different Survivors a total of 3 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
I See You Hit Survivors within 30 seconds of revealing their Aura a total of 3 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
No Witness Hit Survivors while benefitting from the UndetectableUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark Status Effect a total of 3 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Thorough Destruction Damage Generators or break dropped Pallets a total of 6 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Slaughter Kill a Survivor with your own hands 2 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Zarina's Struggle Playing as Zarina Kassir, activate For the PeopleUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark to heal other Survivors a total of 2 times. SurvivorZarina 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Fly Away Playing as The Artist, damage a Survivor mid-chase with a Dire Crow a total of 2 times. IconHelpLoading artist 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
GLYPH CHALLENGES
Glyph Tracker Commune with 1 Purple Glyph ChallengeIcon purpleGlyph. ChallengeIcon glyph 8 35,000
CORE Memória CHALLENGES
Core Memory:
Disturbing Notions
Restore the Memória by collecting and synchronising 1 Memória Shard ChallengeIcon memoryShard disturbingNotions. QuestIcons fragment 8 35,000 IconHelp archivesMemory

Completion Banner[]

Icon Name Description Collection
BA BNR 02 icon Howling Mural A tormented face exposed in a painting. Gold & Silk Collection

Level 3[]

Challenge Task Character Completion Rewards
RiftFragments BloodpointsIcon2 IconHelp archivesCollection
REGULAR CHALLENGES
Leap of Faith Vault a Pallet or a Window mid-chase a total of 5 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 30,000
Escape Artist Escape from the Trial a total of 2 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon survivor 5 30,000
Strategic Alliance Perform co-operative actions for a total of 120 seconds. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 30,000
Destroy or Rebuild Perform either of the following actions a total of 10 times:
  • Succeed at Repair Skill Checks as a Survivor.
  • Perform the Damage Generator action as the Killer.
ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 30,000
Bloody Rewards Earn a total of 100,000 Bloodpoints from Trials. ChallengeIcon survivorKiller 5 30,000
Hunter's Ambition Initiate a chase with different Survivors a total of 8 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon killer 5 30,000
Obsessive Kill the Obsession by any means 1 time. ChallengeIcon killer 5 30,000
Unleash the Rage Break Breakable Walls or dropped Pallets, or damage Generators a total of 15 times. ChallengeIcon killer 5 30,000
MASTER CHALLENGES
Broken under Pressure Sabotage a Hook while inside the Terror Radius 1 time. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Death-Defying Leap Fall from great height mid-chase a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Zero to Sixty Down a Survivor within 60 seconds of having downed another Survivor a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Extra Batteries Playing as Nea Karlsson, extend the duration an Item can be used for for a total of 4 seconds while having StreetwiseUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark equipped. SurvivorNea 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Kassir in the Clutch Playing as Zarina Kassir, lose the Killer in a chase a total of 2 times. SurvivorZarina 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Remote Diagnosis Playing as The Doctor, electrify Survivors who are at least 48 metres away from you a total of 4 times. IconHelpLoading doctor 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Deadly Brushstrokes Playing as The Artist, down Survivors who were last injured by a Dire Crow a total of 2 times. IconHelpLoading artist 8 50,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
GLYPH CHALLENGES
Glyph Massacre Commune with 1 Orange Glyph ChallengeIcon orangeGlyph. ChallengeIcon glyph 8 50,000
CORE Memória CHALLENGES
This Tome Level features no Core Memória Challenges.

Completion Badge[]

Icon Name Description Collection
BA BDG 01 Viewfinder Capture the moment before it slips away. Gold & Silk Collection

Level 4[]

Challenge Task Character Completion Rewards
RiftFragments BloodpointsIcon2 IconHelp archivesCollection
REGULAR CHALLENGES
Shining Light Earn the Lightbringer Emblem of at least Iridescent Quality EmblemIcon lightbringer iridescent a total of 2 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon survivor 5 45,000
Near Miss Avoid Basic Attacks from a nearby Killer a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 45,000
Pallet Master Stun the Killer by dropping a Pallet on them a total of 4 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 45,000
High Skill Succeed at Great Skill Checks a total of 5 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 45,000
Co-operative Healthcare Co-op heal other Survivors for the equivalent of 2 Health States. ChallengeIcon survivor 5 45,000
Reverent Sacrifice Survivors to The Entity a total of 6 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon killer 5 45,000
Diverse Suffering Hook different Survivors onto Scourge Hooks a total of 4 times. ChallengeIcon killer 5 45,000
Exposed Target Hit Survivors suffering from the Exposed Status Effect a total of 4 times. ChallengeIcon killer 5 45,000
Guardian Earn the Gatekeeper Emblem of at least Iridescent Quality EmblemIcon gatekeeper iridescent a total of 2 times.
(requires at least 2 Trials)
ChallengeIcon killer 5 45,000
Shutdown Close the Hatch 1 time. ChallengeIcon killer 5 45,000
MASTER CHALLENGES
Self Preservation Hide inside a Locker mid-chase or within 10 seconds of losing the Killer in one a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 60,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
The Shield Take a Protection Hit a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon survivor 8 60,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Iridescent Blade Earn any Emblem of at least Iridescent Quality a total of 2 times. ChallengeIcon killer 8 60,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
Don't Resist Treatment! Playing as The Doctor, hit a Survivor 1 time within 5 metres of a Pallet within 10 seconds of having electrified them. IconHelpLoading doctor 8 60,000 IconHelp archivesMemory
GLYPH CHALLENGES
Glyph Seeker Commune with 2 Red Glyphs ChallengeIcon redGlyph. ChallengeIcon glyph 8 60,000
Glyph Pursuer Commune with 5 Green Glyphs ChallengeIcon greenGlyph. ChallengeIcon glyph 8 60,000
CORE Memória CHALLENGES
This Tome Level features no Core Memória Challenges.

Completion Banner[]

Icon Name Description Collection
BA BNR 03 icon Art Gallery Photography exhibit on social issues. Gold & Silk Collection

Community Challenge[]

As a first, Tome 19 opened with a special Community Challenge during the first week (23 April to 30 April 2024) that would reward the Community with BloodpointsUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark and Rift FragmentsUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark for collectively completing Tome Challenges and reaching set Milestones.

The Community almost managed to reach the highest Milestone, but since many Players were prevented from playing during the opening week due to performance issues associated with the engine update of Patch 7.7.0, the Developers decided to grant the highest reward and also increase its value to 500,000 BloodpointsUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark and 30 Rift FragmentsUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMarkUnknown QuestionMark, confident that without the performance issues, the Community would have passed the highest Milestone:

Milestones[]

4,000,000 Challenges 4,500,000 Challenges 5,000,000 Challenges Actually obtained reward
250,000
IconCurrency bloodpoints
300,000
IconCurrency bloodpoints
400,000
IconCurrency bloodpoints
500,000
IconCurrency bloodpoints
12
IconCurrency riftFragments
12
IconCurrency riftFragments
24
IconCurrency riftFragments
30
IconCurrency riftFragments


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