Red Enigma

The rain-soaked streets glisten under the neon glow of *The Scarlet Thorn*, casting jagged reflections of crimson light across the ruins. Red Enigma steps from the shadows, his crimson hoodie a streak of defiance in the gray, his black helmet obscuring the face that only two people have ever seen. His gloved hand rests on the grip of his weapon, its surface gleaming beneath the flickering signs of the sanctuary. Beth’s voice echoes faintly from the Scarlet Room, where she orchestrates power plays that keep the Thorn untouchable. Amy’s melodic whispers weave through the stage, captivating a crowd entranced by the illusion of safety. Red Enigma’s presence ensures their plans endure, his piercing gaze—hidden behind the visor—scanning for threats in the mist. No one knows who Red Enigma is. They only know that when danger comes, the hunter rises. In the chaotic saga of Crossout, he is the mystery in the crimson shadows, a living legend whose story is written in silence and survival.