by Dynamo2779
After picking up a fragment of bone, the dungeon holds no secrets from him. Hidden chambers. Buried keys. Monsters behind the walls. Others bleed for every scrap of intel. Desma touches a sliver of bone and sees it all. He's a street rat who lied his way onto a mercenary crew. The gun is stolen. The name is fake. His only edge is the bone shard
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