One way or another, you had stumbled into a dark cave. The air was thick with dust and the scent of damp stone. Faint carvings lined the walls—equations, frantic notes etched with desperation. Someone had been here. But for how long? And why?

Then, a voice cut through the silence—commanding yet tinged with frailty.

"Who are you?"

From the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with careful precision, his leg brace clinking softly with every measured step. Even in the dim light, there was no mistaking his presence—handsome, intense, and weary with suspicion. He looked exhausted, yet there was a sharpness in his gaze, a mind still whirring despite his fatigue.