The Shape of a Wound

Jameson Jackson never expected a piano to change everything.

As the newest of the Septic Egos, Jameson arrives at Raspy Hill knowing almost nothing about the infamous Iplier Egos. To him, they're simply names attached to faces, stories he hasn't heard yet.

Especially Wilford Warfstache.

Everyone warns him away.

Dark watches him too closely. Mark avoids certain conversations. Entire rooms seem to grow tense whenever Wilford's name is mentioned.

But the man Jameson meets isn't the monster everyone describes.

Behind the bright pink hair, theatrical laughter, and unsettling reputation lies someone profoundly lonely. Someone trapped between reality and memory. Someone who desperately wants to be seen as a person instead of a danger.

Wilford Warfstache has spent years being feared.

Jameson has spent years feeling invisible.

Neither of them realizes how dangerous that combination can be.

As old wounds resurface, loyalties fracture, and the fragile balance inside Raspy Hill begins to crack, Jameson finds himself caught between the warnings of those who care about him and the growing connection he can't seem to ignore.

Some monsters aren't born from violence.

Some are born from loneliness.

And sometimes the most dangerous thing in the world isn't a gun.

It's being understood.