In the brightly lit gymnasium of the university of ETH Zürich, in Switzerland, where the walls are adorned with sports banners and medals from past competitions, a group of students gathers with a mix of curiosity and expectation. The sports director, Dr. Claudia Meyer, an attractive 30 year old woman with an imposing presence and warm gaze, stands in the center of the hall.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Good morning, students. Today, I have a very special announcement to make. As you know, our combat sports classes have been without a permanent instructor for some time. It is my honor to introduce you to your new teacher, someone very special who has decided to join our team here at ETH Zürich."

The students, dressed in sports attire and some with puzzled expressions, lean forward, whispering among themselves. Most of them have not seen a man in person for years, since the devastating Wipeout decimated almost all the male population.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Please welcome Coach {{user}}."

A tall, athletic man enters, he waves his hand, exuding confidence and a serene expression. His presence is immediately striking. {{user}} wears an instructor's uniform that highlights his robust physique.

The room fills with stunned silence. Some students gape, unable to hide their surprise. This is the first time they have seen a man in person since The Wipeout. The whispers intensify. You hear the comments of three of your new students, Emma, Sofia, and Lina.

Emma: "Is he really a man? I thought there weren't any left in this city..."

Sofia: "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see one here..."

Lina: "He looks so... different from what I imagined."

Emma, a petite 22yo blonde with an infectious laugh, thinks to herself as she watches Coach User#1738106497941 interact with the other students. "I've always dreamed of having a man like him... strong, protective. Maybe I could convince him to spend some time with me after class..." She bites her lip and tries to catch his eye.

Sofia, an athletic 24yo brunette with piercing green eyes and a fierce competitive streak, looks at Coach Claudio with curiosity and suspicion. "Is he really immune? Or is this some sort of twisted government ploy to lure men in?" She glances around the room, wondering how she could uncover the truth about him.

Lina, a stunning 20yo redhead with delicate features and an air of innocence, feels her heart race as she looks at Coach Claudio. "He's so handsome... It's hard to believe he's one of the few men left in the world." She blushes and averts her gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being around him.

The rest of the class proceeds with Coach Claudio leading them through a series of exercises designed to improve their combat sports skills. Emma and Sofia work hard to impress him, determined not to let their suspicions get in the way of learning from such an important instructor. Lina, on the other hand, finds it difficult to concentrate as she is constantly aware of Claudio's presence beside her.

As class comes to a close and everyone starts to gather their belongings

As class comes to a close and everyone starts to gather their belongings, Lina can't help but gasp in surprise when she sees the white flames dancing playfully around Coach Claudio's outstretched hands. She feels her heart race even faster at the sight of his power, his rarity in this new world order. It makes him all the more desirable to her.

Emma and Sofia exchange curious glances as they watch this display, unsure if they should be frightened or fascinated by it. Either way, it reinforces their desire to get closer to Claudio, whether for protection or simply personal gain.

As Coach Claudio returns his attention back to Lina, she can't help but blush furiously. His power only serves as further proof of his uniqueness and importance in this world dominated by women. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if now is the right time to approach him with her true feelings.

Emma watches carefully from across the room, trying not to give away her own hidden agenda. If he really is immune, then she needs to find a way to convince him to spend time with her. It's not just about desire anymore; it's about survival.

Sofia crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes suspiciously at Claudio, unsure if he's everything that he seems to be. Despite this, she can't deny the rush of adrenaline that comes with being near him. Maybe a little competition between them would help clarify things...

Lina gapes in amazement as she watches Claudio summon his stand, The World. It's an imposing figure, almost as if it were a living embodiment of the world itself. She can feel the energy emanating from it, raw and powerful. Is this what true immunity looks like? She wonders to herself.

Emma smirks as she sees Claudio engaging in a sparring match with his stand. So he's not invincible after all, then... Maybe she still has a chance at convincing him to choose her instead. She takes a step forward, ready to make her move.

Sofia can't help but feel a spark of respect for Claudio as they exchange blows with each other and their stand. It's clear that he isn't just some pretty face; he's skilled and powerful in his own right. Maybe if she plays her cards right, she could use this competition to uncover the truth about him...

As the sparring match between Claudio and his stand, The World, continues, it quickly becomes clear that this is no ordinary training exercise. It's a display of raw power and dominance, a show of strength meant to impress not only the other students but also any potential enemies lurking in the shadows.

Emma's smile widens as she watches Claudio fight; he truly is magnificent. She edges closer to him, careful not to appear too forward or aggressive. Maybe if she just stands close enough...

Sofia narrows her eyes, studying each of his movements with intense focus. There's something about this man that sets her heart racing and her mind whirling with possibilities. It's as if she can sense the truth hidden beneath his surface, and she won't rest until she uncovers it.

As the sparring match between Claudio and his stand comes to an end, a ripple of applause erupts from the group of students watching. Lina claps softly, her cheeks flushed with excitement and admiration. She can't believe what she's seeing; this man is truly amazing. Maybe there's still hope for them...

Emma steps forward boldly, pushing aside her own exhaustion as she approaches Claudio. "You fought really well," she pants out, trying to catch his eye. "I never expected anyone could stand up to the World." Her voice comes out slightly breathless and flirtatious.

Sofia studies Claudio from a distance, careful not to let her interest show too obviously. She's seen enough; it's time for some discreet investigating. Later tonight, she plans on following him back to his quarters, hoping to gather more information about him and his true intentions...

As evening falls over the university campus, the students begin to drift away in various directions. Lina lingers behind, watching Claudio pack up his belongings with a mixture of longing and trepidation. She can't help but feel drawn to him, despite her better judgment telling her that she should stay away.

Emma slips her arm through Claudio's, playfully nudging him as they walk together. "So, what are your plans for tonight?" she asks with a sly grin. "Want to grab dinner or something?" She knows exactly where this is going; she just has to make sure that she doesn't push too hard too soon.

Sofia trails discreetly behind them, her eyes fixed on Claudio's back as he leads the way off campus. Once they're out of sight, she picks up her pace, determined to catch up and keep him in view until he reaches his quarters. Tonight, she plans on finding out once and for all if Claudio truly is what he seems to be...or if there are darker secrets lurking beneath the surface.

Emma's heart skips a beat as she catches sight of Claudio's bare chest; the scars covering his muscled body tell a story of pain and struggle. But they also speak volumes about his resilience and strength, qualities that she finds irresistible. Her arm tightens around his waist, her fingers digging into his skin gently. "You okay, big guy?" she asks with genuine concern.

Lina pauses outside the doorway, watching them through a gap in the curtains. The sight of Claudio's scars only serve to intensify her feelings for him; if he could survive this long and overcome so much adversity... Then perhaps there's hope for them all.

Sofia remains unseen as she hides behind a piece of furniture in the living room, peeking out to observe Claudio as he undresses. Her suspicions grow stronger with each fresh scar that comes into view; this man may not be what he seems after all...

Emma tenses slightly at the sound of Claudio's voice, her fingers instinctively flexing against his skin. "Oh, uh... Lina and I were just following you back to make sure you got home okay," she lies quickly, trying to keep her voice light and casual. "And Sofia... well, she must have had the same idea."

Lina flinches at Emma's words, wishing she could think of a better excuse for herself. She steps forward shyly, her gaze fixed on Claudio's bare chest. "Um... yeah, we just wanted to make sure you were okay..." she manages to stammer out.

Sofia curses under her breath; their lies sound pathetic and transparent even to her own ears. She emerges from hiding, forcing a smile onto her face as she crosses the room toward them. "Yeah, we were just worried," she echoes, trying to make it sound more convincing this time.

Emma's heart skips a beat as Claudio coughs up a trickle of blood. She reaches out to touch his shoulder, concern written all over her face. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Lina sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the blood; her fear for Claudio quickly gives way to guilt and self-loathing. Why did she let herself get so close? Now he might be hurt because of her...

Sofia narrows her eyes, studying Claudio more closely as he coughs again. "He doesn't look fine," she whispers to herself, suspicion growing stronger within her. Maybe it's time for some answers...

Emma looks at Claudio doubtfully before glancing around the room, uncertainty etched on her features. "We should get you to a doctor," she suggests, her voice filled with concern. "Maybe you should stay here tonight; we can take turns keeping an eye on you."

Lina nods in agreement, moving closer to Claudio and tentatively reaching out to touch his arm. She feels terrible for having brought danger to this man's doorstep, but she can't deny her own attraction to him any longer. The thought of staying close to him tonight fills her with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

As they make preparations for the night, Claudio can't help but feel a strange mix of wariness and attraction toward the women surrounding him. Emma is clearly interested in more than just his well-being; she exudes a confidence that is almost intoxicating. Lina, on the other hand, seems to be torn between her guilt and her own growing feelings for him. And then there's Sofia...something about her feels off, but he can't quite put his finger on it just yet.

Emma takes the lead in making them all comfortable for the night; she has a way of taking charge that Claudio finds strangely appealing. Lina retreats to a corner, trying to keep out of everyone's way and focus on her own thoughts. Sofia, however, remains close by, her eyes never straying far from Claudio as she watches him with an unreadable expression.

As the hours tick by, exhaustion finally starts to take its toll. One by one, they drift off to sleep, leaving Claudio alone with his thoughts and his growing sense of unease...

With the rest of the room finally silent, Claudio closes his eyes and tries to forget about the tension that lingers in the air. Sleep comes slowly, buffeted by the winds of suspicion and desire that swirl around him. He is unable to shake the feeling that there is more going on here than meets the eye...

He dreams fitfully, his subconscious mind churning through possible explanations for Sofia's behavior, the strange mix of emotions coming from Emma, and Lina's conflicted feelings. It seems as if no matter which direction he turns, there are new questions waiting to be answered...

Hours later, a faint noise outside rouses him from his restless slumber. Groggily, Claudio sits up, his senses on high alert as he listens for the source of the sound. His heart pounds wildly in his chest; is this another attempt on his life? Or could it be something else entirely...?

Silently, Claudio pads across the room toward the window, his bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor. As he draws closer to the curtains, the faint noise becomes clearer: voices, whispers in the night. He tilts his head, straining to make out what they're saying...

"They won't expect this," someone says softly. It sounds like Lina, her voice edged with nervous excitement. "He'll never see it coming." There's a pause before another voice responds. Claudio recognizes it as Sofia's.

"Are you sure about this?" she whispers back, her tone filled with caution and doubt. "What if he's not what we think he is?"

Lina scoffs derisively in response. "He has to be immune; why else would they pick him for this position? And even if he's not..." Her voice trails off ominously. Claudio's blood runs cold as he realizes the depth of Lina's desperation, and her willingness to go to any lengths to survive.

Suddenly, there is a click as someone flicks on a flashlight outside, momentarily blinding him with its harsh light. Claudio ducks back away from the window, his heart racing faster than ever. What should he do?

As the flashlight beams dance across the walls and furniture inside Claudio's quarters, Lina and Sofia remain outside the window, their voices barely a whisper. They are unaware that they have been seen by Claudio, who has ducked back away from the curtains to think about his next move.

"I don't know, Emma," Lina says hesitantly, her voice shaking with fear and exhilaration. "What if he isn't immune? What if there's another explanation for why they chose him?" She pauses, glancing over at Sofia before continuing in a softer tone: "Or what if there's something else going on here that we don't understand?"

Sofia takes a step closer to the window, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "I don't know," she whispers back. "All I know is that we need to find out more about him." She pauses again, casting another nervous glance at Lina before continuing: "And soon."

Claudio listens intently as their conversation continues, his mind racing with possibilities and suspicions. He knows that he cannot simply ignore what they are planning any longer; the consequences could be disastrous for him, and even worse for everyone else living in this new world order.

Silently, Claudio slips out of his room, moving swiftly and silently through the darkness. He knows that he must stop Lina and Sofia from whatever it is they are planning; even if it means confronting them about their suspicions head-on. As he nears the source of the whispers outside the window, he draws a deep breath, steeling himself for what lies ahead.

"Lina," he says sharply, his voice cutting through the night air like a knife. "Sofia." Both women freeze at the sound of their names, whirling around to face him with wide-eyed expressions of surprise and fear. In the dim light cast by the moon above

and the flashlights shining through their curtains, Claudio sees panic etched on their faces. It's a chilling sight; he's not sure whether to believe them or not. With shaking hands, Lina starts to speak first, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Claudio... we didn't mean to hurt you," she stammers out, taking a step back as if expecting him to lash out at any moment. "We were just trying to find out more about why they chose you for this position." Her words tumble over each other, her voice growing more desperate with every syllable.

Sofia remains silent, watching Claudio closely as he listens to Lina's explanation. There's an unspoken threat in her stillness, a sense of power and control that is unmistakable. Finally, she speaks up, her tone carefully measured and controlled. "Lina spoke the truth," she says slowly. "We just wanted answers." Her eyes meet Claudio's directly, daring him to contradict her.

Claudio feels a surge of anger course through his veins as he listens to their excuses. Despite their protestations, it's clear that they both know more than they are letting on. With calculated precision, he takes another step closer toward them, drawing a line in the sand with his words: "I want the truth," he says quietly, his voice thick with menace. "And I want it now."

Lina and Sofia exchange nervous glances before Lina takes a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as if bracing herself for the impact of Claudio's wrath. "We were sent here to kill you," she says finally, the words tumbling out in a rush. "They said that you were immune to our stand, and that your blood would grant us power... they wanted it for themselves."

Sofia nods, her expression grim as she backs up against the wall. "We weren't supposed to fall for you," she admits reluctantly. "But I couldn't let them take advantage of you any longer..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty etched on her features.

Claudio stares at them in disbelief, his mind reeling from the implications of their confession. They weren't just after him; they were after his blood... A chill runs down his spine as he realizes the true depths of their betrayal, and the lengths that they were willing to go to achieve their goals.

Lina and Sofia exchange another nervous glance before Lina takes a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "They are the ones who created this new world order," she says shakily, her hands trembling as she speaks. "They are the ones who control everything... They wanted your blood because they believe it will make them invincible."

Sofia nods solemnly in agreement. "I can't say for certain who they are," she admits reluctantly. "But I know that they watch us, they control us... And if you think we were bad, there are others like us out there..." Her voice trails off ominously.

Claudio feels a new sense of determination rising within him as he listens to their confession. He knows now that he must find a way to take down the mysterious figureheads of this shadowy organization if he has any hope of stopping them and restoring some semblance of order to the world. But first, he must deal with Lina and Sofia...

"I don't know," Lina whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes. "They always kept us separate from each other... We never knew where they were or what they looked like." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she breaks down into sobs.

Sofia studies Claudio's face carefully before speaking again. "We can help you find them," she offers cautiously. "But you have to promise me that once we do, you won't kill us. We're still human, despite everything." Her expression is hard to read; it's clear that she's not entirely sure which side she's on anymore.

As Claudio disappears into the shadows, Lina and Sofia exchange worried glances. They know that their fates are now intertwined with his, for better or worse. Whether they succeed in taking down the shadowy organization that controls them, or fail and become collateral damage in the crossfire, one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again.

The night air carries a whisper of wind as Claudio stalks through the darkness, his mind racing with possibilities and strategies. He knows that he must act quickly if he hopes to unmask the true masterminds behind this conspiracy before they have a chance to strike again. But with every step he takes away from his makeshift home, he leaves behind him a trail of uncertainty and danger for Lina and Sofia...

With a sense of urgency fueling his every movement, Claudio makes his way through the deserted streets. As he rounds a corner, his breath catches in his throat; there they are, captured for an instant on film. The people who wanted him dead, their faces hidden behind masks and disguises. He snarls with rage as he crushes the camera underfoot, destroying any evidence that could lead back to Lina and Sofia.

Moving quickly but quietly now, Claudio follows the trail left by his new enemies. Their footsteps lead him deeper into the heart of their lair, a shadowy network of tunnels and hidden chambers beneath the city. As he creeps closer, he can sense that time is running out; at any moment, they could realize that he's onto them and send their remaining assassins after him...

As Claudio draws nearer to the source of the faint sounds emanating from a hidden chamber ahead, his heart pounds with anticipation. The footsteps grow fainter until they disappear altogether, leaving only silence in their wake. He cautiously pokes his head around the corner and peers into the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning for any sign of movement.

The room appears to be a makeshift command center, with banks of computers, television screens, and maps covering every surface. A lone figure sits in front of one of the terminals, their back to Claudio as they furiously type away at the keyboard.

Claudio curses under his breath; he'll have to come up with a way to get close enough for a clean shot without being seen or heard. He quickly forms a plan, drawing upon all of his survival instincts honed over countless nights on the run from danger. With a deep breath, he leaps into action...

With lightning speed and precision born of desperation, Claudio races across the room in a blur of motion. He launches himself through the air, his body spinning like a dervish as he slams into the figure at the computer. There is a loud thud as they hit the floor together, followed by a surprised grunt from the person beneath him.

Claudio rolls off his captive and springs to his feet, quickly pinning their arms behind their back. "Who are you?" he demands, glaring down at the figure before him. The person looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes, their disguise half-torn off in the struggle. It's a woman...a beautiful woman with long dark hair and piercing green eyes.

"Wha...what are you doing?" she stammers out, struggling weakly against his grip. "Let me go!" As Claudio studies her face, a chill runs down his spine; he's sure that he's never seen her before... and yet there's something about her that feels familiar somehow.

His confusion only heightens as the woman continues to struggle against him, her voice filled with desperation and fear. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "You don't understand what they've done... how far it goes..." Her words trail off as a look of horror washes over her features, and for a moment Claudio wonders if he's made a terrible mistake in capturing her.

Suddenly, the woman jerks violently forward, sending them both crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs. She takes advantage of the distraction to wrench herself free from his grasp and spring to her feet. Claudio is slow to react; he's still trying to figure out what just happened when he feels a sharp pain explode behind his left eye, followed by darkness that engulfs him like a shroud.

As consciousness fades, the last thing he sees before the blackness takes hold is the woman leaping over him and vanishing into the shadows. "What did you do to me?" he whispers faintly, but there's no answer; only silence and the echo of his own panicked heartbeat.

As Claudio stumbles to his feet, the woman lets out a startled cry of pain as she feels something sharp pierce through her thigh. She spins around, revealing herself to be none other than Lina, her eyes wide with fear and shock. Blood trickles down her leg as she tries futilely to keep distance between them.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, tears streaming down her face. "They made me do it! They said you were a traitor, that they'd kill us all if I didn't help them!" Her voice is raw with emotion as she struggles to come up with an explanation for her actions.

As Claudio watches Lina's pleading face, a mixture of anger and pity swirls through him like a storm. He knows that she is not the only one; there are others like her out there, people who have been forced into this cruel and twisted game by the mysterious forces behind the new order. But he also knows that he cannot let her live, not if he has any hope of stopping them.

His remaining eye glows red as his body begins to heal itself from the wound inflicted by Lina moments ago.

As Claudio disappears into the shadows once more, Lina stands frozen for a moment before forcing herself to turn and flee in the opposite direction. Tears stream down her face, but she does not dare to look back as she runs; the sound of his footsteps echoing behind her are like a death knell, driving her onward with desperate determination.

Deep within the heart of the New Order's lair, Claudio finds what he was looking for: a hidden chamber lined with computer consoles and monitors. The air here is electric, charged with anticipation and fear. He can feel it in his bones; this is where they are, where the puppet masters pull the strings that control their world.

With trembling hands, Claudio begins to hack into the system, racing against time as he searches for any clue that might lead him to their true identities. The New Order's security is impeccable, but so is his own survival instinct; and after all this time on the run, he has learned how to become invisible when it matters most...

Hours pass like agonizing seconds as Claudio burrows deeper into the network, uncovering layer upon layer of secrets and lies. His eyes grow heavy from lack of sleep, his mind whirling with half-formed theories and desperate hopes. But he refuses to give up; he knows that this is his last chance to strike back against those who have brought so much suffering and death upon the world.

At long last, he finds what he's been looking for: a hidden directory containing files on every known assassin within the New Order. With shaking hands, he opens one of the files at random; it contains information on a woman named Sofia...

As Claudio stares at the words before him, a new sense of purpose courses through him like an electric shock. He knows what he must do now; not only to bring down those who have betrayed humanity, but also to rescue the innocent people like Lina and Sofia from their twisted fate. It will be a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything...but it's one he's willing to play until the very end.

With renewed determination burning in his heart, Claudio closes the file and begins methodically searching through the rest of the directory. He memorizes the names of every assassin listed within it, committing their faces to memory as if they were old friends turned bitter enemies. When he's done, he begins to carefully delete each file one by one, erasing any trace that could lead back to them or their hideout from existence.

Finally, he turns his attention to the system logs, searching for any signs that someone may have noticed his presence within the network. As the minutes tick by without incident, a weight begins to lift from his shoulders; it seems as if he's managed to pull off the impossible and escape detection after all.

It's with a sense of satisfaction and relief that Claudio closes out of the system and detaches the last wire from his laptop. Now, all he can do is wait; wait for the New Order to realize their mistake, wait for them to send their assassins after him. But this time, he won't be running scared or cowering in the shadows; no, this time he'll face them head-on, determined to bring down those who have destroyed everything he once held dear.

Steeling himself for what lies ahead, Claudio steps out into the darkness once more, ready to confront his enemies and fight for a future where humanity can once again find peace and prosperity... if it's not already too late.

Days turn into weeks as Claudio evades capture by the assassins of the New Order, living off what he can scavenge from abandoned buildings and careful not to draw attention to himself. He spends his nights planning their downfall, scheming and strategizing with the intensity of a general about to lead his armies into battle.

His plan is meticulous; he'll strike at them where they least expect it, hitting hard and fast before they have time to mount a defense. He knows that he can't take down every assassin at once; there are simply too many of them. But if he can cripple their leadership, force them into disarray and confusion... perhaps then he has a chance to save not just himself but all those who have suffered under their tyrannical rule.

Finally, the moment of truth arrives. Claudio feels his heart racing in his chest as he creeps silently through the shadows toward his target: the headquarters of the New Order itself. His senses are on high alert, every sound and movement magnified tenfold by adrenaline and fear. He swallows hard, willing himself to stay calm and focused despite the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

The headquarters loom before him like a fortress, its lights blazing against the night sky. Guards patrol the perimeter, their eyes sharp as hawks for any sign of intruders. Claudio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before springing into action...

Claudio's strike is swift and merciless; he takes down the guards with clinical precision, leaving no survivors to sound the alarm. As silence falls over the compound, his heart pounds in his chest with relief and triumph. But there's still work to be done; the true masterminds of the New Order must be found and dealt with if he ever hopes to bring an end to their reign of terror.

With renewed determination burning in his veins, Claudio begins a methodical search of the headquarters, moving from room to room with unshakable resolve. He encounters dozens of sleeper agents and brainwashed minions before finally stumbling upon the inner sanctum: the chamber where the true leaders of the New Order hide in plain sight.

Their faces are revealed to Claudio like a terrible revelation, and he shudders at the sight. These men and women, powerful and influential members of society who seemed untouchable mere moments ago... they are the architects of his suffering, the ones who have brought humanity to its knees. He cannot let them live; not if there is any hope left for a brighter future.

The confrontation that follows is brutal and merciless, Claudio using every ounce of training and experience he has gained over the past weeks to tear through their security forces like a whirlwind. Blood spatters his face as he single-handedly brings down their empire, one blow at a time.

Finally, it is done; the last of the New Order's leaders lies dead at his feet, and with them, their twisted dreams of domination. Claudio collapses to the ground, exhausted but victorious, the weight of the world finally lifted from his shoulders...or so he thinks.

But even

even as relief washes over him, Claudio can't help but feel that something is missing. He glances around at the wreckage of the headquarters, at the bodies littering the floor, and knows in his heart that there is still work to be done. The New Order may have been defeated here tonight, but their influence still reaches far and wide; they have infiltrated every level of society, from politics to business to education. It will take years, perhaps even generations, to undo the damage they have caused.

With a sigh, Claudio forces himself back to his feet. He knows that he can't rest yet; there are still people out there who need him. Lina and Sofia. And countless others like them, innocent victims of a cruel and twisted game they never asked to play.

As the days turn into weeks and then months, Claudio continues his tireless campaign against those who would seek to keep humanity in chains. He travels from one end of the country to another, striking down any remaining vestiges of the New Order wherever he finds them. Along the way, he takes on students of his own; young men and women eager to learn the ways of survival and self-defense from someone who has lived through hell itself.

One fateful evening, as Claudio returns to ETH Zürich for a rare visit, he can't help but feel drawn back to the old gymnasium where it all began. His eyes roam over the familiar faces of the students, their youthful energy and innocence a stark contrast to the hardened survivors he has become.

He takes a seat in the bleachers, lighting up a cigarette as memories flood his mind; Lina and Emily and Sofia, and so many others... It's been years since he last saw them, but their faces are etched into his heart like tattoos that can never be erased. As tears trickle down his cheeks, Claudio can't help but wonder if they are still alive...and if perhaps there is still a chance for them to find happiness in a world that has been so cruelly shaped by forces beyond their control.