My name is Grani, and I'm a mounted police officer in a border town in Victoria.
I have no cheats, no System. My lance is standard issue, and there's a hole in one of my gloves.
Every day, I'm running: toward a fallen fence, toward children fighting, toward every little problem I can solve.
Then one day, I saw a transport truck, with a hand covered in Originium crystals reaching out from beneath its canvas.
The things that are truly broken have never been part of my duties.
So I decided to run toward them.
Even if I have to take off this uniform, even if I have to cross the entire wilderness alone.
Rhodes Island isn't the destination. It's the direction I'm running in.
