Gatekeeper | 4 Ritual Skin

He was the Gatekeeper. Fourth face. His old face—Kael’s face—was now just one of four, mounted on a statue’s neck, weeping black oil. He tried to scream, but the only sound that came out was the startup chime of a long-dead server.

Type /consent_void . The chatbox trembled. The Gatekeeper’s four faces turned simultaneously to look at him —not his character, him . Through the screen. Kael’s webcam light flickered on. He hadn’t enabled it. gatekeeper 4 ritual skin

Somewhere, in a basement apartment, his body sat perfectly still at the computer. On the screen, a new line of text appeared: And Kael’s hands—his old, vacant hands—began to type: "Who’s next?" He was the Gatekeeper