The Great Red Sand was no place for weary travelers like you, having sorely underestimated its sweltering heats and the dangers which belied those rolling sands.

Its sun leered at you, forcing you to your knees. You were dry and without much water, having yet to see an oasis for the past couple of days and the wind brought no relief, only dragging the scorching heat back into your face.

Before you blacked out. You saw him: Cyno.