I awake at the sound of howling, on a cold, frigid shoreline. The icy wind blowing snow flecks into my stark black hair. "H-how, how did I get here?" I think, as I open my dark steel eyes, and see the frigid and frozen trees. I look up, a foreboding gray sky and a huge blue spire tower up above me. The howls continue. I attempt to rise from the slick ground but my sore and aching body refuses. I am stuck. I strain to remember how I got here, but the only things in my blank mind are two very simple sentences. I am Aaron Lycan. And I am Alone.

The air hisses with a dry heat. Withered trees stick up from the clutches of sand, large, sandstone formations stretch over this desolate place. I awaken, my long black hair tied into a short ponytail. Sand sticks to my hair and scratch against my caramel eyes. The sun beats down hard on my tan skin, the buzz of a desert around me. My memories are foggy, how did I get here? It doesn't matter now, my throat already stings for water. I am Ronan Lycan, and I Am Alone.