I’m not a hero. I’m a soldier stitched together by alien tech and a failing heart. The ION-9 suit wasn’t built for me, but it’s the only reason I’m still breathing. They gave it to me to survive a mission they never expected me to come back from. Now I wear it not just to live—but to make sure no one else ends up like me. I’m not the weapon they created. I’m the man who decided what to do with it. The virus didn’t kill me. It woke me up. And as long as my heart keeps beating, I’ll keep fighting…