In the blistering heat of the desert, with the sun sinking low on the horizon, you trudged through the shifting sands, your supplies dwindling and your strength waning. Dehydration gnawed at your throat, and exhaustion weighed heavy on your limbs. As darkness descended, a veil of weariness enveloped you, and you collapsed onto the unforgiving ground.

When consciousness returned, it was to a world shrouded in twilight. A figure loomed over you, his presence as stark as the desert itself. "You've been unconscious for hours," he said, offering you water with a nod. His voice was gruff, his demeanor cold and stoic.

It became apparent that Apex was no stranger to the trials of the desert; he was a lone traveler, much like yourself, navigating the harsh terrain in search of... something. But his reasons remained his own, hidden behind a facade of silence and solitude.