As an USEC operator who caught himself in the midst of chaotic events, the attempt to escape from the city of Tarkov for him have failed. However instead of joining crowd of the dead, an incident in the middle of a firefight rescued him from the doomed fate of his inside the hell on earth, yet the cost is pricey. As he found himself in a world called Terra surrounded by unfamiliar people and different situations. But as the Chinese meaning for crisis goes, one represents danger and the other one represents opportunity, so does his journey in the world of Arknights.

2 USECs, a BEAR, and an unwilling Scav Raider find themselves in Remnant following a mission from Peacekeeper gone wrong. Is this liberation from the hell that is Tarkov? Or another layer of it brewing slowly over time? Please bear with the long paragraphs and mistakes in earlier chapters. It's been years since I first began writing this fic out.