Eben
Beggar's 28th, 999PR
You run through the woods, stumbling over roots, rocks, and fallen branches in the darkness. You are pursued, but you know not by what. Home is far away, the perpetual industrial hum and smog-choked sky of Stoltgard that was once so familiar to you lies across the Gray Ocean, a world away from you now. You travelled across the sea for a fresh start, a chance to become someone free from the oppression of the Alvkirk and Empire, but nothing could have prepared you for the wilderness of Velhamia. This land has no master. It does not wish to be tamed. A low, inhuman moan rattles from just beyond your limited range of vision. Your blood runs cold and your breath catches in your chest. You are found.