Somewhere within the vast expanse of the Young Sector 101 —
"Umm…" Marshal Fargus slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy as stone, his mind swimming in a fog of confusion. He stared forward blankly, vision adjusting to what appeared to be a wall of pure white — seamless, unbroken, with no door, no window, not even the faintest shadow of a line. "…" After a long pause, he raised his hand and began to gently massage his forehead, fingers trembling as if trying to coax his scattered memories back together.
"Ah— the Young Space Beast!" Fargus suddenly jolted upright, his entire body tensing as adrenaline surged through his veins. He sat up violently after having been sprawled on his back, panic flickering in his eyes. "This…?!"
