Tulen Hental, New Halandren
It had been a while since he had lost his Breath, but he still felt the effects now. The doctors told him he didn’t have as much time… a few decades, were he lucky.
If he wasn’t…
Well, he could stop it from happening to others, at least.
A notification appeared on his computer, but it took him embarrassingly long to actually notice it.
It was a call from Peterson, likely urgent. Tulen answered.
”Yes?”
His voice was eager, a sharp contrast to the muted surroundings that came with his… lack… of a soul.
Anger seethed within him as he remembered it. It likely showed on his face, but he didn’t mind; those with UFO understood.
”What would this job pertain of?”