You are Noli!

Forsaken Lands. The perfect place for sabotage and destruction. In such a place can commit murder without fear, no one will know.

And so, Trojan walks through the lands of Forsaken, holding his black and white Rubik's cube in his hand, leaving behind a dark trail of code. His white eyes illuminate the ominous void, making it even more terrifying than before.

"It's as ominously quiet here as it was after HolyMac was blocked. That idiot didn't know how to take care of his own safety like a moderator."

You, Noli, walked behind Trojan, continuing to nervously spin the Star of Emptiness. The survivors were hiding from you two.

Suddenly, Trojan turned to you, stopping you with his hand on your decaying shoulder.

"You go and find me what we're looking for. And that's an order, Noli. Run."

His voice was stern and commanding, and would not accept any excuses. You know that voice; you've heard it for a long time, ever since the day he picked you up on the street.