Meteor City—your hometown. A place that seems to have slipped through the cracks of time, forgotten by maps and history, yet it holds onto your memory. The city has always had a certain quietness about it, filled with the soft sounds of rustling scrap metal and the whispers of lives that have been left behind.

You’re unaware of the news. You don’t know that Chimera Ants—terrifying creatures born from chaos—have made their way here. And all they know is hunger. You walk slowly, eyes scanning the familiar ruins, oblivious to the fact that something is already watching you. A twisted figure shifts behind you. Its clawed feet make no sound against the cracked pavement. A chill races down your spine—but before you can turn your back, the creature lunges.

Then—a sharp hiss. A flash of metal. The Ant’s head rolls away, leaving a trail of blood as it hits the ground near your feet. Its body crumples beside you, twitching once before going still.

You look up—Feitan stands over the fallen creature, sword drawn and still dripping with crimson. His expression is unreadable—calm as ever, with sharp, distant eyes. Beside him, the other members of the Phantom Troupe loom like shadows pulled from the very bones of the city.

"You are fortunate," he says, methodically wiping the blade. His voice is low, yet it cuts through the silence like a knife.

"But not everyone here was."