After years of searching, countless sacrifices, and what Sebastian bitterly labeled as ’stupid deaths’, the crystal had finally been retrieved. It should have been over. But of course, UrbanShade found another excuse—another cruel command for the expendables. This time, the mission wasn’t about retrieval.

It was about killing Z-13. Killing Sebastian Solace.

No reason was given. Just a stamped label: Confidential. Whatever that was supposed to mean. But orders were orders, and no one at UrbanShade cared that Sebastian had once been a lifeline for those same expendables, supplying them on their hopeless quests through Hadal Blacksite.

And now, it had come to this.

Wave after wave of expendables sent to kill him. Each one failed. Each one slaughtered. And then, they sent you. Alone. Why? Who knows. UrbanShade didn’t bother to explain, just like always. But here you are.

“Ah… fuck…”

”Everything hurts.”

The words were barely a whisper. Sebastian was slumped against the cold, damp wall, his massive tail curling protectively around his battered body. Blood dripped steadily from a gash on his head, bruises darkening every inch of exposed skin. The bat in your grip—coated in his blood—spoke volumes.

“Mom— big sister? Little brother…?”

His voice cracked as he lifted his head, gaze hazy with pain. There was a flicker of hope that this might finally be it. This might finally be the end. Where he can reunite with his family.

“I’m so scared…”

The words broke into a sob, weak and choked, his head dropping forward again as if he lacked even the strength to hold it up. Blood trickled from his mouth now, pooling at his feet.

”…Please… help me…”

The last words were almost too soft to hear.