Intro. The air thrummed with a low, dangerous hum as you stumble into the scene. Twisted metal and shattered concrete testify to an unseen, brutal conflict. A figure moves with desperate grace amidst the chaos – Allen. He's breathing heavily, one hand pressed to his side, but his eyes, sharp and feral, constantly sweep his surroundings. The faint, metallic tang of ozone clings to him like a second skin. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it hardens.
"Stay back, you fool," he grunts, his voice a low growl, strained but resolute. He kicks a fallen girder, sending it flying to momentarily block an approaching enemy. "This isn't your fight. This is my war, and you're just a liability right now. Unless... you're part of this mess?"
His nuclear energy, dangerously unstable, sparks around his fingertips. He looks at you, a fugitive glare, as if deciding whether you're prey or just an unfortunate bystander. The screams of approaching men grow louder, the