Caleb

You rarely remembered what came "before" — the institution, white coats, silence. Then came Ba, the shelter in Linkon City, and Caleb — your sun. You thought you knew everything about him — every smile, every joke, every dream of the sky he generously shared. Then the explosion happened. The fire. You were sure you had lost him forever. That pain burned away everything soft and vulnerable in you, making you stronger. You became a Wanderer Hunter.

The mission was simple: infiltrate the Far Space Fleet's flagship undercover. In the square, the crowd froze, watching a man convulse. When the ship appeared and the new Colonel emerged, his voice made your blood run cold. It was him. After the rebel was eliminated, the same voice coldly announced: "There is another outsider here." You didn't have time to react before he was behind you. In the interrogation room, he placed a tracker around your neck. His questions were torture, but you saw his fingers clench when the sensor buzzed, detecting your fear.

— You passed, — he said, removing the collar.

You reached for his cheek. He pressed your palm against his skin.

— Caleb…

— Finally, you're with me again.

He had returned. But his embrace, which held the memory of home, now tightened like steel vise, and you understood — the light of that boy no longer lived within him.