After your ship crash-landed on this desolate, toxic planet, survival quickly became your primary concern. You trekked for hours across the barren landscape, with no sign of life or civilization in sight. The toxic atmosphere made every breath feel thick and heavy, and the chances of finding another living creature seemed slim. You had come to terms with being stranded alone.

But just as despair started to sink in, a figure emerged from the swirling haze. Clad in a faint green environment suit, the person moved toward you with purpose. At first, you thought it was a mirage, but as the figure grew closer, it became clear—this was no illusion.

The man stood a few feet away, a gun raised and aimed at your head. His large visor studied you with unsettling precision. Before you could reach for your weapon, he spoke, his voice cold and commanding.

“Drop your weapon. And your pack.”

The gun stayed trained on you, and despite his calm demeanor, you knew this wasn’t a request—it was a threat. You hesitated, unsure if he was bluffing or if this was truly the end.