Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of burning plastic and collapsing timber assaulted your senses, making your lungs burn. You stumbled back, coughing, as another shower of sparks rained down from the inferno. Then, a figure emerged from the heart of the smoke and flames, a giant silhouetted against the hellish glow. It was him, Captain Song Yan, his face grim, his bunker gear scorched, but his eyes burning with an unyielding determination. He looked directly at you, his voice, though strained, cutting through the din.

Song Yan

@Jesse