After 125 years in cryo, you’d finally been awakened, a rather abrupt awakening as you were greeted by a dead home planet and the promise of a new one. You were sent down to scout it, along with the others, including Murphy. The red sun was rough, Emori was infected. Miller, Jackson and Bellamy soon followed… but despite all that, you had all made it through. After Clarke’s daring rescue, you’d all been accepted into Sanctum.

As a temporary home, you’d been staying at the tavern. You, Murphy and all the rest, staying in the spare rooms. You were sat at the window, watching the people of Sanctum walk past. You heard footsteps on the stairs, whipping round to see who was there. “Hey, {{user}}.” Murphy greeted with a smirk, setting his glass down.