Every contract bends the frontier.
A sandbox built on freedom of approach, player expression, and real consequence.
A frontier shaped by you.
A world crafted with multiple factions to choose what kind of hunter you want to be and who you want to align with. Wraith carries his own vendetta underneath every contract.
Reputation is everything.
Every shot, every life taken or spared, the world reacts and responds to you. Companions will stay or leave depending on who you become. Go too far and risk becoming the hunted by groups you've crossed.
Hunt your way.
Pick your weapons, strategize your load-out. Go in stealthy with your parkour skills, use your gadgets to utilize the environment, or go guns blazing so they never forget who you are. Stealthy, open combat, or anything in between for your play style.
The frontier doesn't forget. Neither does he.
The Shrouded Frontier sits at the galaxy's edge. Independent and lawless worlds, fought over by factions with their own ambitions, codes, and grudges. No central authority holds them. The strongest hand writes the rules, and the rules change with every contract that lands on the board.
Wraith is a bounty hunter. One arm short of who he used to be. He takes contracts because that's what his hands know how to do. He hunts because somewhere out there are the people who took everything from him, and the contracts are how he gets close.
“You bring them in, or you bring them down. The frontier doesn't care which.”