The Force chose him. The Order used him. The Empire tried to erase him. He was never meant to survive Order 66. When the Jedi burned, something else rose from the ashes. Not hope. Not salvation. Something older. Something watching. Now, across the Outer Rim, rumours spread in lowered voices. A presence in the dark. A white blade that doesn't belong to any Order. Stormtroopers vanish. Inquisitors hesitate. The Force itself feels... disturbed. They don't call him a hero. They call him a mistake. A ghost that hunts back. A shadow that doesn't answer to light or dark. And the Empire is beginning to understand Some survivors don't run. Some survivors become something worse.