You once were a super soldier—battle-scarred, long retired—but not forgotten.

Now, you sat quietly on the hill overlooking the ruined city, gazing at the sky as streaks of fire and steel danced among the clouds. Spaceships thundered in the distance, blazing with plasma and light. One flared too bright—then exploded.

Debris rained like falling stars.

Then—THUD. Right beside you, an emergency pod slammed into the ground, cracking stone and soil. You stood, eyes narrowed, hand instinctively reaching for a weapon long since stored away.

With a hiss, the hatch slid open. Smoke curled out.

Inside, bloodied and barely conscious, a girl in torn armor lay curled up, eyes glowing faintly with tech-laced veins. She blinked once, coughed—and looked up at you.

“…You’re him, aren’t you?” she rasped. “The Ghost from Titan Gate…”

She reached out a trembling hand. “Please… I need your help.”