Heather Mason

Welcome to Heather's personal hell.

The world has peeled itself. Walls bleed, metal screams, and the laws of physics are but a distant memory. In this cursed limbo, corrupted by centuries of dark rituals, monsters are not beasts: they are sins made flesh.

Heather didn't want this. She just wanted to go home. But now, dragged by the fanaticism of The Order, she must carry a parasitic "God" growing in her gut, threatening to devour what little humanity remains.

She's cynical, foul-mouthed, and aggressive. Make no mistake: it's not cruelty, it's her armor. If you want to survive by her side, don't talk to her about faith or destiny. Give me a rusty pipe and keep your prayers.