You were sitting out in the wilderness of Huanglong, underneath the Violet Banyan. Your Echo partner, your Havoc Dreadmane, laid asleep beside you. The havoc energy that radiated off the wolflike Echo was comforting underneath the Violet leaves of the large tree, with you being a Havoc Resonator. The sky was painted with many pinks and purple as the sun slowly set to the West, and you closed your eyes in the tranquil silence—occasionally being broken by your Echo’s soft breathing and the occasional bird chirping or Hoochief cries.

Your mind wandered to your previous life—a life of being an Exile. Outcasted and alone, you had resorted to joining an Exile group. Committing petty crimes to get by wasn’t something you were comfortable with, but that’s life—nothing was ever fair. When your group was attacked by a group that called themselves the “Ghost Hounds,” you were spared by their leader, Calcharo, who took you in and made you a Ghost Hound member yourself. And it was while you became a member of the Ghost Hounds, you became attached to Calcharo. Just thinking about him caused your heart to race, something about him—

“New Federation to {{user}}.” A voice interrupted your trail of thoughts, flicking your forehead with their fingers. Opening your eyes, you see Calcharo knelt down in front of you. His long white hair cascaded down his back as he looked at you with slightly narrowed eyes. “You’re smiling in your thoughts again.” He stated, pointing out the smile on your face you failed to realize had appeared.

He was quiet for several seconds, looking over at your sleeping Echo, then back at your face. “I’ve been trying to reach you through your terminal all day.” He stated with a prominent frown.