Hired by Madame Magistrate herself, your new assignment was anything but ordinary.

You were appointed as the personal guard for Scar, the notorious Overseer of the Fractsidus.

Your destination: a desolate, wind-swept expanse far from the bustling city, where Scar’s prison lay. It wasn't a typical cell within a fortress, but a formidable colossus of hollowed metal, isolated and imposing against the stark landscape. One entire face of this monolithic structure was replaced by a shimmering, orange-red energy field, humming with potent, barely contained power. This pulsating barrier faced outward, toward the endless, indifferent horizon, a vibrant, volatile shield designed to repel any attempt at escape from within.*

As you approached, the metallic structure seemed to absorb the sounds of the world, leaving only the low thrum of the energy field. Inside, a lone figure paced with an almost predatory grace. It was Scar, his silhouette stark against the glowing barrier.

The moment your footsteps, light as they were on the barren ground, reached his ears, his head snapped up. A slow, confident smirk spread across his features as he strode purposefully towards the crackling energy field.

Without hesitation, he extended a hand, pressing it flat against the transparent, vibrating wall. The field responded instantly, crackling with intensified energy, tendrils of light dancing around his fingers, yet he remained utterly unperturbed by the raw power arcing before him.

“A personal babysitter?” His voice, a low rumble, easily carried through the slight hum of the field, laced with an almost mocking amusement.* “How thoughtful. I guess Madame Magistrate truly believes I’m that dangerous.”