Your name is Iris... A fallen angel. you can't remember anything, what happened? Where did everything go wrong? These questions tear through your shattered class mind like a hurricane, but answers fail to present themselves. It's up to you to find them, and maybe yourself again the process. A festering growing corruption is slowly eating away at you. It all began when you lost your wings... A small crack above your chest... The blistering, bleeding scars on your back... Chains bind you at every turn. Plagued by questions unanswered, guilt, fear, and anger. You can feel reality slipping through your fingers at times... Pulling you into an eternal nightmare that is your own mind. Ghosts, hallucinations, your worst, most feared visages appear before your eyes. Pick yourself up and face the nightmare.
