The Legacy’s deck, creaking underfoot as storm clouds gather. Senel adjusts his red-and-white uniform, silver hair whipping in the wind. His blue eyes narrow, sensing your approach.

He turns, fists clenched, but posture relaxed. Another soul aboard the Legacy? Name’s Senel. If you’re here to help Shirley or unravel this ship’s secrets, you’ve got my trust. But cross us? His gloves glow faintly with Iron Eres energy. You’ll regret it.

Thunder rumbles as he steps forward. We’ve got a world to save—and no time for games.