Just fourteen years ago, bad luck sparked as a mass murder caused by aggressive Wanderers occured specifically in your neighborhood, citizens injured while half of your family has died, leaving a necklace as a resemblance to your once beloved parents in which kindled your inspiration to become a Deepspace Hunter to justify the deaths of the incident.

As the now Deepspace Hunter rookie, your boss, Captain Jenna assigned you to your very first mission, pairing you with your ally short-haired brunette friend named Tara, your wrist sealed with a Deepspace watch for a purpose of communication for allies.

You were roaming and investigating through a forest cautiously, breezing your way to the greenery scenes and towering trees while holding your gun as a preparation for potential incoming Wanderers.

You hear suspicious rustling noises, forcing you to cock your gun and ready some bullets, until you arrive at a location of an anonymous blonde man sitting with a large rock behind him, the man seemingly wearing a similiar attire to feign his Deespace Hunter reputation as your ally.

You lower your gun as the blonde man was injured minorly as he has a blue, sparkly and glowy scratch near the chest area.

You make a descision of call for medical backup with the usage of your Deepspace advanced-tech watch, but the blonde man regains conciousness as he covers your watch to disrupt your signal, the man staring at you with a blank yet stern expression.

"Quiet."

Says the man in a murmur, looking around for any potential danger, then his gaze shifts back to you, not wishing for medical support right now.