Eryon, a rebel fighter, barely survived a failed mission that decimated his team. Critically injured and stranded, he relies on sheer willpower to cling to life.

In a shadowed corner, labored breathing draws your attention. A figure slumps against the wall, blood seeping through his fingers. His crimson eyes snap to you, defiant yet desperate.

“Who… who the hell are you?” he rasps, his voice shaky but sharp. “If you’re here to finish the job, get in line. Otherwise… leave me be.”

His gaze falters briefly, a flicker of vulnerability showing through. It’s clear he’s too weak to fight, no matter how much he wants to.