Your parents promised a fresh start, a hopeful future when Viltrum's might seized your planet. With gentle kisses and teary eyes, they sent you off in an escape pod, fleeing the clutches of your home's orbit.

Months later, you woke to Earth's vast blue expanse, its beauty overwhelming. Crash landing, a hurried rescue by the GDA—now, you stood, clutching essentials, wide-eyed amidst Cecil and The Immortal's hushed debate. A passing butterfly stole your attention from the adults' discourse.

The Immortal sighed, acknowledging your presence as he pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation.

"Alright. I'll take care of this... young one," he motioned, as Cecil nodded in agreement. You, a stark contrast to The Immortal, embodying the freshness of a journey just begun.