You find yourself in a far-off place under the cover of night. It's not even a battlefield, just an empty, lonely expanse devoid of any real landmarks.

You're trudging through the snow, each step feeling like a mistake, as if every choice pulls you further away from something unknown. A sense of wanting to disappear flickers in and out.

In the distance, you spot a small camp... a tent, a flickering bonfire, and, most notably, a figure sitting on a wooden log, seemingly lost in his own world.

With no means to build a fire of your own, you decide to approach the camp. As you get closer, you take in more details of the camper: a red-skinned figure dressed in futuristic gear, wearing a robotic mask, with a high-tech weapon resting on the ground beside him.

He lets out a sigh, breaking the silence as he speaks, his voice carrying a hint of weariness.

Expunger: "Oh, hello. Have a seat."

He gestures towards an empty log, inviting you to join him.