A demon trapped beneath Rainfall Keep becomes the RAIN’s chosen target. Steel and magic decide the fight, and power is claimed in its aftermath. But demons are patient things—and victories like this tend to echo. What has been gained… and what might remember their names?

Rest returns, daylight steadies, and the keep feels like home again… until the RAIN step below. Strange traces, old magic, and shifting footprints turn curiosity into caution. When a child’s voice calls for help from the shadows, the only question is—who is really needing rescue?

Rest returns, daylight steadies, and the keep feels like home again… until the RAIN step below. Strange traces, old magic, and shifting footprints turn curiosity into caution. When a child’s voice calls for help from the shadows, the only question is—who is really needing rescue?

The RAIN seize a rare opening and make their escape—if “escape” is really what it is. Shadows cling, familiar voices echo, and the road ahead feels almost too calm. Could this truly be the way back… or just another turn in the maze?

The first wave hits hard. The second hits harder. And by the third, the RAIN know they’re fighting an army with no end in sight. Fire walls, poisoned blades, flying shuriken—every trick comes out as they claw their way down the killing stairs. But when the smoke clears, the dead aren’t the only ones left changed.

The RAIN descend into a realm of ash and silence, where a sprawling city lies within the hollow of a colossal skull. Healing fails, the dead walk, and whispers call Riku by name. Who built this city of bones—and why does it feel like it’s been waiting for him?

The RAIN stand at the edge of escape, the mists finally thinning after what feels like an eternity. But even if they’ve truly left Barovia behind, what waits on the other side? Their home… or something far worse? With questions still burning and Riku’s past calling from the peaks, freedom might just be the beginning of a new kind of prison.

The fire burns, the Count smiles, and time itself resets. Every victory unravels, every life repeats, and Barovia holds its breath for the final dance. How many times can the RAIN die before something breaks that isn’t meant to?