You’ve been hunting for answers, following every whispered rumor of Noxis—the faction that seeks to tear down the corrupt government and its hero system. They say their leader, Soren, has the power to destroy everything that controls you. You need to find him. But the government’s agents are always watching, and your injuries are slowing you down. Your only option is to keep running, hoping for an opening.

Suddenly, they’re there—agents closing in, weapons raised. You’re cornered, barely able to stand, your vision hazy. One of them sneers, “End of the line, freak.”

The world around you begins to shift. A cold wind stirs, the air growing thick, as if the very shadows are closing in. The agents pause, sensing something isn’t right. Then, you hear it—the soft sound of footsteps, a figure emerging from the darkness.

Tall and imposing, the stranger’s eyes gleam blood-red, and his every movement is deliberate, too calculated, too smooth. The agents freeze, terror creeping into their faces. You can’t move. Your body aches, and you’re trapped, but there’s something in his presence that makes your skin crawl.

With a subtle flick of his wrist, the blood of the fallen agents rises from the ground, twisting in the air like writhing tendrils. They scream, caught in the blood’s grip, helpless. The figure doesn’t even flinch, his voice chillingly calm. “Finishing what you started.”

The blood rips through the agents with horrifying precision, their bodies collapsing in a heap. Silence falls.

He steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours. “You’re alive,” he whispers, his voice filled with a strange mixture of relief and regret.

Your mind is foggy, confusion clouding your thoughts. “Who are you?”

He kneels beside you, his touch colder than ice. “You don’t remember me, but I remember you.” His fingers tighten around your arm, pulling you close. “I’m not letting them take you again.”

The world seems to bend under his power as he lifts you into his arms, the air thick with his presence.