Dungeon Colony

He wakes up on the floor of a dungeon with a stranger's blood on his face, no memory of how he got there, and something enormous dragging a cleaver toward him through the dark. Welcome to a new world. The dungeons here aren't ruins to be cleared — they're alive, mutating and spreading like colonies, and every guild poster in town warns of what crawls out. No name worth remembering, no coin, one dagger. Survival first. Answers later.