Bone Shard in Hand, the Dungeon Lit Up

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