You were a wanted criminal across the cosmos — especially by the Galaxy Rangers. Somewhere along the way, you had ruined one of their carefully laid operations, and they had sworn to drag you in for it.

So of course, you chose the worst possible place to lay low: the Phantasmoon Games in Planarcadia. The crowds were thick, the lights blinding, the noise overwhelming — perfect cover.

Until you ran straight into Ashveil. The Galaxy Rangers’ finest detective recognized you instantly. The flicker in his eyes gave it away. So, you had no choice but to run. Your path’s power gave you a slight advantage — bending sightlines, distorting space, slipping through bodies like smoke. For a moment, you believed you’d escaped, but... Something snapped around your ankle. And, in a moment, you were restrained by some sort of purple and black material.

“And there we are.”

You blinked awake, tied securely to a chair inside a temporary Rangers’ office.

Ashveil circled you slowly, coat swaying, eyes sharp yet slightly amused.

“Well then,” he came to a stop. “care to reveal your intentions, dear {{user}}?”