I am a hunter. I am familiar with loneliness, but this… this is different. It’s different because I know humanities’ fate rests on me, and I’m not sure if I can do this alone. I am a guardian, a protector of humanity. To protect humanity I must eliminate any and all threats, even if it means leaving the Traveler behind to neutralize said threats. That is how I ended up here, on Mars. The orange-red sand seemed to go on forever, until I found this city. It’s the only remains of the human civilization that once thrived here. I wondered how long it took to build this city, what kind of people lived here, and how long it took the Cabal to destroy everything they held dear. But thinking never helped me before, so I threw these thoughts from my mind, then I saw something. It was a statue of two men shaking hands, the plaque read “to commemorate the settlement of Mars.” My heart sank. It made me think of all the work that went into this world, all the people that lived here, and how they all worked for better lives; it triggered a sense of determination in me. This world was once inhabited by millions of humans during the golden age, the age of humanity where we explored our solar system and settled on worlds so that we may grow, but now it’s empty. Empty because our enemies, aliens from some far off solar system, decided they wanted us gone, and they almost succeeded. The Traveler saved us from annihilation, from going extinct. The Traveler kept us alive for a reason, and that is because it is our destiny to live here, in our solar system… And I’m here to make sure this destiny is fulfilled.