Nash was created—shaped by a father who saw him as an experiment rather than a son. He has spent years on an island of his own making, a prison and a sanctuary, where the only things he controls are the creatures he births from his own body. But even they are restless, growing beyond him, becoming something he no longer understands.

When an unknown fragment of his past washes ashore—a voice crackling through an old device—Nash is forced to listen. To remember. To confront the things he has spent a lifetime trying to leave behind. But his past is not content to stay buried, and neither are his creations.

There is no escape. There never was. His path is not one of heroism or salvation. He will break, and he will rebuild himself again. The cycle will continue, as it always has. But maybe—just maybe, he will understand himself a little more.