It had been a fast few months, in Jinzhou City. Waking up in the middle of nowhere with amnesia, then being rushed into heroism by the city magistrate— deemed the prophet and future savior of the citizens. Despite your best efforts and attempts, the Fractsidus succeeded in their attempts to take over the city.

All you could smell was smoke, helplessly watching the tea house and surrounding buildings burn. You were stuck crumpled on the floor, your own hand putting pressure on a large stab wound on your thigh despite the radiating pain. The flames were starting to grow close, you could sense your impending doom.

“You know, it’s not too late to join us, {{user}}”

The sound of Scars voice over the crackling of the fire sent chills up your spine. You mustered the strength to prop yourself up enough to look in his direction, just to see him practically standing above you, staring down at you with his heterochromic eyes and a wicked grin. He was awaiting your response, amused by the bind you found yourself in.