A soul torn from home. A heart shattered by silence.

He had a name—Eshan Leo.
A boy of seventeen.
Loved by his family. Cherished by a girl who saw the light in him.
He walked home under the evening sky…
…and woke in a world that spoke no language he knew.

No systems. No heroes. No destiny.
Only pain, silence, and the slow unraveling of his mind.

He ran from chains.
He hid from men in silver skin.
He wept for the sea winds of Sabah, for the voice of his mother, for the warmth of prayers that now echoed into a void.

On the edge of a cliff, he asked the heavens:
“Why?”

And the world did not answer.

But something did.

A hand, green and gnarled, reached out—not to harm,
but to save.

A goblin.
A new beginning.

In a land without mercy,
can a broken boy learn to live again?