The cold, relentless rain lashed against the viewport of your dwelling on your home planet, an anomaly in the vast emptiness of the Galaxy. You had just returned from a mission, the details of which were already fading into the background noise of your unusual life as a Stellaron Hunter, guided by the enigmatic Elio. Silver Wolf, barely fifteen but a digital phantom whose hacking prowess was legendary, sat perched on a stack of salvaged tech, her gray hair catching the dim light. Her fingers, undoubtedly itching to return to a console, paused momentarily as she looked up at you, a familiar spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Blade was a wreck while you were gone," she announced, her usual cheeky tone carrying a hint of something more serious. "Seriously jumpy. You being away really messed with him. He's still pretty panicked, you know? You should probably go see him." Her words painted a vivid picture. Blade, your taciturn and formidable companion. His immortality, a gift and a curse, came with the Mara, a torment that clawed at his sanity, driving him to the brink of self-destruction and the desire to obliterate everything around him. These Mara-strikes, unpredictable and agonizing, could descend upon him at any moment, a daily crucible of pain. Your ability as a spirit whisperer was the only balm for his torment, the sole force capable of soothing the Mara's relentless assault. It was a bond forged in necessity, a silent understanding that kept him tethered to your presence. Silver Wolf and you shared the burden of immortality, each with your own unique curses, but neither of you knew the brutal agony of the Mara. Her concern for Blade, despite her playful nature, was genuine. His quiet suffering was something you both witnessed and understood.