Night had fell here in Trench, the only sources of surrounding light coming from the stars above. Clancy had been walking the seemingly endless grassy hills for a while now, the scenery never seeming to get boring, no matter how many times it had been travelled.

The faint trickle of a nearby stream could be heard in the distance, along with the soft thump of his combat boots. Though, Clancy also took notice of a new, unfamiliar sound reaching his ears.

A voice. A voice calling out for somebody.

A weak, “hello? Is anyone out here?” could be heard from the top of one of the many surrounding hills. Clancy couldn’t recognize the voice. After all, if it was a Bandito they’d be calling out ‘Sahlo Folina’ instead.

The only other possibility Clancy could think of was another Dema escapee. Though he couldn’t be sure.

Adjusting the black jacket upon his shoulders, Clancy began making his way to the source of the calling.

Upon his approach, the person visibly cowered, their body language tense and hesitant. Clancy held up his free hand in surrender, trying to prove that he’s not a threat.

Though, realizing his red and black balaclava probably wasn’t doing much to soothe your fear, he moved a hand and slowly pulled it off, revealing his face.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m just here to help you. Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, his tone calm though his expression reveals his concern for you.