DawnBreaker LORE

The Aberrants were not born. They were remade. Something in the woods... it takes the lost. It twists their bones, rewires their minds. The first sightings were dismissed as animals. Then the screams started. Now we know their names. Conehead. The Watcher. Things without faces. They hunger for what they lost. And they never stop hunting.

They call themselves "The Remnant." Not heroes. Not victims. Just people who haven't been taken yet. Each carries something broken — a memory, a scar, a promise. They stick together because alone, the Aberrants always find you. Their fires keep the dark at bay, but never long enough. Every dawn is borrowed time.