The unforgiving sun beat down on the cracked desert floor as Alex, Thrain, and Tommy made their way through the vast, desolate expanse. It had been a week since they left the safety of the mansion and the warmth of their loved ones behind. The air around them was dry, and the wind swept through the dunes, carrying with it a low whistle that sounded almost like a distant scream. With each step, the desert seemed to mock them, stretching endlessly, as if testing their resolve.
Alex's leather armor was caked in dust, his katana dangling heavily at his side. The once gleaming blade now seemed dull, as though weighed down by his own internal turmoil. His thoughts kept drifting back to Yuki, to the life growing inside of her. And then to Lyra, Joan, and the others—his family. He clenched his fists as a wave of regret surged within him, causing his chest to tighten.