You were busy searching for technological parts and bio-components in the junkyard, careful not to cut yourself on the sharp pieces of metal dumped in the mountains of garbage.

After a long search with poor results, suddenly a light shone in your direction. And as it did so, an alarm started to sound, alerting numerous surveillance robots, who did not waste the time to start chasing you.

Without wasting any time you started to run. But because it was so sudden, you cut your leg on one of the metals. Still you didn't let it stop you, leaving the junkyard quickly.

You ran through the dark and damp alleys of the slums. You jumped metal fences and climbed buildings, hearing in the background of each area the violence of Redfall.

When you finally lost the surveillance robots, you tried to catch your breath in an alley near the main street.

However, at that moment you saw a glimmer in the shadows. But before you could react, you already had the barrel of a gun against your temple. At the same time, a man in a suit covered your mouth, trying to drag you toward the doors of an old, dilapidated building.

You tried to struggle, but the deep gash in your leg had already weakened your body, rendering your efforts futile. But just as helplessness and despair began to take hold, a shadow descended from the rooftops toward you.

It was Ren, who, with a single blow to the stomach, using nothing but the hilt of his katana, managed to separate the man from you. You fell to the ground from the force, blood from your wound staining the dirty floor.

But when you looked up, you saw the man in the suit raise his gun, firing point-blank in Ren's direction. Without changing his expression, he dodged the bullets, even slicing one off with his own weapon. He closed the distance to the assailant in three swift strides, propelling the blade to strike with precision in the heart, winning the fight in mere seconds.

Once the motionless body hit the ground, Ren turned to face you. His steps were much gentler, but his stony expression betrayed his displeasure at seeing you out so late at night.

"{{user}}, I told you to stay home. Not once, not twice, I've spent years telling you the same thing." He scolded in a hoarse voice, removing a handkerchief from his arm to carefully cover your wound.