Captain Barnes

Captain Barnes watched grimly, his gaze fixed on the lone figure standing atop the rooftop opposite the building. He recognized him instantly. A man who had once fought beside the General in the tournament—a warrior who could have easily taken the helm as General of any other city if he had chosen to But instead, he had walked a different path. A rogue's path.

"I-Is that… Coco?" the President murmured, his voice unusually tense. He knew exactly what it meant to see that man standing before them. "I guess he's finally decided to make his move."

The Rangers on the third floor, tasked with guarding the President, felt an overwhelming weight settle over them. They knew Coco's name well. Though he rarely acted alone, his presence alone spoke volumes. He was powerful. Dangerous. The kind of man who didn't need an army to shift the tide of battle.

"Shit, it's really him… What the hell are we supposed to do now?" one Ranger muttered, gripping his weapon tighter.