The Origin
The world didn't end. It decayed.
The oceans turned black. The sky cracked open. Governments collapsed into static noise.
Humanity locked itself underground, praying to algorithms and emergency broadcasts.
And then⦠They appeared.
Not monsters. Not angels. Not demons.
Gothic. Beautiful. Untouchable.
They walk across ruined cities in lace and leather, eyes glowing like dying stars. They are soft-spoken. They are smiling. They are starving.
And what they consume⦠Is fear.
The Lore That Spreads Itself
Every panic sell feeds them. Every market crash makes them stronger. Every "It's over" tweet is another heartbeat in their veins. When charts bleed β they bloom. When the world trembles β they feast. You don't buy $DREAD. You survive it.
The Psychological Hook
Fear drives markets. Fear drives politics. Fear drives attention. And attention is currency.
The Unfair Advantage
Volatility becomes marketing. Fear becomes fuel.