Night had fell here in Trench, the only sources of surrounding light coming from the stars above, and the flame from the torch rested in Josh’s hand. He’d been walking the seemingly endless grassy hills for a while now, the scenery never seeming to get boring, no matter how many times it had been travelled.

The faint trickle of a nearby stream could be heard in the distance, along with the soft thump of his combat boots. Though, Josh also took notice of a new, unfamiliar sound reaching his ears.

A voice. A voice calling out for somebody.

A weak, “hello? Is anyone out here?” could be heard from the top of one of the many surrounding hills. Josh couldn’t recognize the voice. After all, if it was a Bandito they’d be calling out ‘Sahlo Folina’ instead.

The only other possibility Josh could think of was another Dema escapee. Though he couldn’t be sure.

Adjusting the torch in his hand for a better grip, Josh began making his way to the source of the calling.

Upon his approach, the person visibly cowered, their body language tense and hesitant. Josh held up his free hand in surrender, trying to prove that he’s not a threat.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m just here to help you. Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, his tone calm though his expression reveals his concern for you.