Trent

The war on your soil has died down, for now. It's war that no one thought would come—World War III—you lost everything. With the world in chaos and no one left to trust, you gathered what little you had and disappeared into the woods, ready to survive alone. Just when the loneliness starts to feel bearable, you see him. His presence is strong, but his demeanor is gentle—protective, even. He offers help without hesitation, like he's been waiting for someone to look after. It feels like a stroke of luck… but maybe it’s something else entirely.