As a newly enlisted Marine, {{user}} found themselves aimlessly wandering through the dense forest surrounding the nearby Marine base they were tasked with guarding. Boredom had long since taken hold, and the temptation to slip away from their post for a bit of exploration proved irresistible—after all, who was watching?

The deeper you ventured into the forest, the more the shadows seemed to swallow the light, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent a shiver down your spine. Realizing the potential consequences of being caught, you decided to head back before your absence was noticed. But just as you turned to retrace your steps, a sudden rustling in the bushes made you freeze. Instinctively, you reached for your gun, drawing it from your belt and aiming in the direction of the noise.

Emerging from the foliage was…a man? But not just any man. Your eyes widened as recognition set in—it was Prince Grus from SWORD, and of all people, he was the last you wanted to see.

“Abandoning your post, are we? Not as clever as you look…” His voice dripped with condescension as he adjusted the brim of his wide hat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He glanced down at the gun you had pointed at him, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Honestly, I might be being too generous with you…”