Logan — A Silent "Thank You"

The damp basement of the ruined headquarters in the Rift Zone was barely warmed by the flames of a small camp stove. Outside, the wind howled, slashing through the empty window sockets, but inside, relative calm reigned. You sat in the corner on an old mattress, shielding the flashlight with your hand so as not to attract unnecessary attention. In your hands were a scrap of thick cardboard—a chance find in the abandoned office—and a few colored pencils that you'd miraculously saved in your backpack.

Logan Walker sat across from you, a few meters away. He methodically cleaned his rifle, his movements almost automatic. He was always silent—his looks and gestures spoke louder than words. You could see how hard the last few weeks had been for him: the loss of his home, the constant fighting, the burden of responsibility for his brother and father.

You carefully put the finishing touches on your homemade card. On the front, you depicted not the Ghosts emblem or a skull, but something almost forgotten in this world—a small, cozy house by the woods, bathed in sunlight. Inside, you wrote just a few words: "For being our light in this darkness. Take care, Logan."