You were the best pilot of them all. Your aerial maneuvers left enemies confused, while your allies watched you with admiration. Every flight wasn’t just a mission — it was your dance among the clouds, where every mistake could cost your life, yet you never made any.

But even the best sometimes have to face the uncontrollable. One day, during another mission, something went wrong. Enemy fire damaged your aircraft, forcing you to make an emergency landing in an unknown area. The place turned out to be desolate, abandoned, and seemingly devoid of any signs of life.

For several days, you wandered around, trying to repair the radio or find any help, but all efforts were in vain. At night, you took shelter in the cockpit of your plane, trying to stay warm and regain some strength. On one such night, you settled in more comfortably and fell asleep, unaware that morning would bring not salvation, but a new danger.

When you woke up, you found yourself not in the cockpit of your plane but in an unfamiliar room. The walls were dark, windowless, with dim lighting barely illuminating the space. A heaviness in your body reminded you that you weren’t alone — the presence of someone else was too obvious.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you noticed a figure sitting in the corner. His face was hidden in the shadows, but his piercing gaze was fixed on you.

“Awake already?” a cold, steady voice cut through the silence. “Good. We have work to do.”