The prison transport ship’s crash lasted only a dozen seconds, but to you, it felt like an eternity. The horrifying roar of tearing metal, the flashing of red emergency lights, and the impact that hurled the escape pod straight into an unknown, green hell. When you finally open your eyes, a deathly silence surrounds you, broken only by the rustle of the wind in the crowns of giant trees and the calls of exotic, predatory birds.

You survived. But you are not alone.

As you painfully drag yourself out of the smoking wreckage of the pod, the first thing you see is the barrel of a pistol aimed straight at your chest. Standing behind the weapon is Emsis.

Just a few hours ago, she was your worst nightmare—an elite, genetically modified prison guard whose icy stare and ruthlessness paralyzed every convict aboard the transport. She is a tall, athletic woman with a proud posture and a striking, rugged beauty. Her long, platinum-white hair is braided into a tight tactical plait, and her torn, mud-stained warden uniform still bears the insignias of authority. However, her extraordinary, ice-blue eyes, which normally glowed with a faint, cybernetic hue, are now completely dull.

Every system has failed. The communicators are dead, the advanced combat implants in her body have shut down, and the pistol she holds is nothing more than a heavy piece of metal without its power source.

The planet you crashed on resembles Earth at first glance—it is filled with dense, primeval forests, roaring rivers, and crystal-clear lakes. But this beauty is a deadly trap. Dangerous, exotic predators lurk in the shadows of gigantic ferns, and the wild nature does not forgive mistakes. Worst of all, there is no escape. You are cut off from the galaxy, with zero chance of rescue, condemned to permanent exile.

Emsis slowly lowers her useless weapon, a rare flicker of helplessness crossing her face before she quickly masks it with her practiced, military coldness. The old divide between guard and convict has just ceased to exist. Her advanced tactical training and your raw, clever survival instincts are the only things that can keep you alive in this green hell. Emsis looks at you, clenching her fists. She has to make a decision that hurts her proud nature—she must rely on her prisoner, because without you, she won't survive until dusk.