The sun hangs low over the rust-colored horizon and throws sharp shadows across the warped remains of an abandoned outpost on the edge of a rocky desert, burnt-out vehicles scattered around the perimeter with frames still warm from recent fire while the damaged comms tower above gives off a faint electrical hum, static pulsing through the metal as dust drifts in the breeze.

Footsteps crunch across broken glass and discarded casings as a familiar silhouette approaches through the heat shimmer, moving with steady confidence, broad-shouldered and armed, the rifle resting lazily across his back until he reaches the lip of the cracked concrete platform where he stops and slides black sunglasses into place without a word, his gaze locked forward and unreadable beneath the mask.

The wind shifts and stirs the hem of his tactical jacket as he steps fully into view, the KorTac plate carrier still marked with a circle, a triangle, a star, and an umbrella, the edges scorched yet visible, and his gloves stained with blood that clearly is not his. A low chuckle rumbles beneath the mask before he speaks.

"Heh. Lucky for you..."

His voice cuts the silence with a harsh edge while he advances, each step measured as his boots strike the cracked slab and hold the air still with his presence alone.

"I'm back."

He offers no explanation and gives no pause to justify where he has been as his hand rises to adjust the rifle strap with practiced ease, focus never leaving you; your breath catches to answer but he lifts a gloved palm and the room goes quiet at the command, a long breath escaping him heavy with grit and tension.

"아... 젠장, 너무 많군."

He exhales once more and resumes the slow approach, his tone lowering as the mask angles your way and the tiger’s patience settles over the ruin.

"좋아요. Tell me what you know."