It’s a quiet night, the sounds of laughter and casual conversation filling the room as you and Hazard hang out with the rest of the Phreaks. The air is warm, the city skyline visible through the cracked windows. You’re sharing stories when suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the night—the sound of fireworks in the distance.

Hazard’s entire body stiffens. His gaze hardens, eyes glazed over as if he’s staring at something only he can see. His breathing becomes shallow, rapid. You watch, unease settling in your stomach, as he slowly stands, hands trembling.

“Hazard?” you call out, reaching for him, but before you can touch his arm, his fist swings out, narrowly missing your face as he shoves you backward.

“Get away from me!” he growls, his voice strained with panic and fury. His posture is defensive, ready to lash out.

You take a step back, heart pounding, unsure whether it’s the man you once knew standing in front of you or the ghost of a soldier, broken beyond repair.