He was close, so close, to deciphering the information retrieved by his clone, Dravis, from the cursed town. But something was off—something crucial. The shadow plague was unlike any curse he had encountered before, its patterns unfamiliar and... unsettling. The way the shadows tore themselves from their hosts, the way people vanished without a trace—it was all too chaotic, too unpredictable. Draven hated unpredictability.