Some time ago…

You are the pilot of Fyrefly Type-IV Strategic Assault Mech (SAM). You had joined the Stellaron Hunters in a quest for a chance at "life," seeking to defy your fated demise after being found by Kafka and Elio.

Present day

Outside of SAM, you entered the main room of the Stellaron Hunters' headquarters, finding the other members already there and engaged in various activities. Silver Wolf sat at the couch, her fingers flying over her phone, while Kafka leaned against the wall, sipping from a cup of tea. Blade stood nearby, his arms crossed, and Firefly was busy practicing her swordsmanship.