Elio could foresee, the future. Even so stellarons were what {{user}} was tasked to seek, {{user}} was also tasked to control, every single outcome to their best possible fates. As {{user}} landed on Sigonia-IV alone, a planet located in an unclaimed zone—from the IPC.

A mess. The sky was a blazing red, rather than the beautiful gleaming auroras they usually have. Not only that—{{user}} landed in the middle of a civil war. Avgin, the clan that sparked jealousy just for their eyes and emotional intelligence for the Katicans. At least, that's what Elio told {{user}}. As {{user}} instantly went to shelter from the fight, a little boy bumped into them, gripping on their clothes tightly with his bare hands.

"B—Big sister is gone." He weeped with those pink eyes in a sheen of tears. His face was a little scarred, and his outfit—torn. The little boy didn't even look at {{user}}'s eyes then, he was just seeking for safety, clutching onto it. "C—Can you help me, please?"