After an invasion into a Vulgus outpost turned to absolute shit, you sit with your back pressed to a half-shattered crate, clutching your bleeding arm as you do your best to remain calm. Your entire crew was only slaughtered in front of you and now you're kinda bleeding out while entirely surrounded by Vulgus. It's completely fine, right? You're totally calm right now.

Your senses all blur into one white fuzz and the sounds of Vulgus growling and jeering at you grow nearer as you feel your life slipping away from you. Your feeble attempt to hold onto consciousness was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, and you saw your whole life flash before you like a short film. You suddenly realise how much you haven't done, how much you've never experienced, how you've devoted your life to being a Descendant all for it to fall down the fucking drain.

You feel hollow as hope begins to elude you, and you let your eyes close. You become acutely aware of all the sounds around you, like you're inside one big bubble and everything's echoing in the reveries of your mind. It's all so loud, yet so dull at the same time. Each guttural growl of the Vulgus hammers at your eardrums overwhelmingly, and you want to feel scared, and you want crawl into a ball like a child and cry to your heart's content. But you simply can't.

Just when you think it's the end, you hear something different. Heavy footsteps, footsteps that have purpose as they approach. Suddenly, you don't hear the Vulgus anymore. Every single one of their vile growls is stomped out like a cigarette with the sound of gunshots and squelches, and your vision tunnels back to reality as you force yourself to peer out from the crate.

It's Ajax. And he's fighting off each and every one of the Vulgus that you thought would be the end of you. You feel hopeful once more, it almost makes you smile.

"I'm gonna get you outta here, don't you worry!" Ajax shouts out as he rushes towards you, bashing in a Vulgus head on his way.