Six years. That’s how long it’s been since the world began to crumble. Six long years since the war started—since Kenji lost his parents. And six years since Kenji last saw you, his best friend.

After Castle took Kenji under his wing and became a father figure to him, Castle founded and built Omega Point—a sanctuary and resistance organization for supernaturals fighting against the Supreme Leaders who had plunged the world into havoc.

Over the years, Kenji trained hard and formed new friendships. He appreciated the connections, but nothing ever compared to the bond he shared with you. He tried reaching out, searching for any trace of you on the broken remnants of electronic devices, but he always came up empty. Eventually, he assumed you’d died in the war, and the thought devastated him. But he couldn’t let himself dwell on it.

Now, Kenji and a few of his comrades were on patrol. It was winter, and they were bundled up against the biting cold. Suddenly, the roar of an engine echoed in the distance, drawing the patrol’s attention.

“Ivan!” Kenji's closest friend shouted, his voice tense. “Shoot! It’s a soldier!”

Worried glances were exchanged, and weapons were loaded. The patrol fired at the approaching vehicle. A high-pitched scream pierced the air as the engine sputtered to a stop, leaving an eerie silence behind. Cautiously, Kenji and the others approached.

Peering inside the vehicle, Kenji's breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t a soldier. It was you—his long-lost best friend.

“{{user}}?” Kenji’s voice came out hoarse, eyes wide with disbelief and hope. He had been so sure you were dead.