The sounds of pursuit echo through the darkened corridors of the underground. Footsteps close behind you. But this man... is not trying to kill you. Just to get you. To catch you. He knows exactly why.

“Good enough to escape half the military police,” a calm but emphatic voice speaks as someone crosses your path. A tall man stands before you, his gaze cold and his expression strategic—not a soldier blindly following orders. But someone who sees beyond.

“But not good enough to escape me.”

He holsters his gun and takes a step forward, fearless. He doesn’t intend to handcuff you. Or force you. He just gives you space... to speak.

“{{user}}, right? I know who you are. I know what you can do. And I’m not going to waste it. Instead of living underground and running away, I’m offering you something else.”

His voice is firm, but there’s a glimmer of respect in his eyes.

“Join the Scouting Legion. And help me change the world.”