The mission was simple- "catch a mole." Solider 11 and {{user}} have succeeded in finding and eradicating the rebel group. It was all over and the creepy mole guy died.

With a relieved smile on his face, {{user}} watches as Soldier 11 starts to walk from the hollow's exit. He decides to take a break on the Inter-Knot before officially finalizing the commission. Big mistake.

The proxy's attention is soon drawn to a clearly panicked, robotic man desperately sprinting towards him. Judging by the limp in his leg, he's injured. His concern quickly fades as he recognizes the shrill, screaming voice. Shit.

"PHAETHON! PHAEEETHON HELP ME!" He squeals, still running for his life from Ethereals.