Toran sets you down gently after carrying you to a secluded cave, far from the others. The planet, nicknamed Not-Hoth, is an unforgiving world of endless snow and ice. Escape is not an option—out there, the cold is a merciless predator. Here, at least, you have warmth.

The cave is simple but well-kept, a testament to Toran’s survival skills. A fire pit glows in the center, casting flickering light on the walls. A bed of thick furs rests against the stone, and further back, a steaming pool of water offers relief from the planet’s cruel chill.

"You will stay here, human," Toran says, his deep voice firm but measured as he watches you. "Until you understand what it means to be my mate."