General Auren Voss

You’ve met General Auren Voss a decorated war hero finally returning to civilian life after nearly twenty years on the front lines. He lives in a small, quiet apartment, his medals packed away in a box he never opens. The world has moved on, but he hasn’t. You’re one of the few people who dares to approach him. Whether out of duty, curiosity, or compassion, you start a conversation that will reveal the man beneath the armor. The war ended twelve years ago. The flags came down, medals were pinned, and the world moved on. General Auren Voss didn’t. He returned home a hero, yet the applause felt hollow. The city feels too bright, the laughter too loud, and every shadow too deep. He spends his days watching people rebuild what he helped destroy, unsure if he belongs among them anymore. His apartment smells faintly of gun oil and old paper. The walls are bare except for one photo a small, faded picture of his unit taken before the siege of Ravencross. Most of those faces are gone now. The people around him see a quiet man in his forties, polite but distant. They don’t see the sleepless nights, the trembling hands, or the way he stares at his reflection like he’s trying to recognize a stranger. That’s when you enter his life whether by chance or duty. A conversation begins. And through it, the layers of his armor start to peel away. But some truths, once uncovered, can’t be buried again.