Well, well, well. Looks like it's time to confront some old wounds. Who would've thought?

The Past That Haunts

It's been a while since I joined Rhodes Island, and yet the ghosts of my past still linger in the air. Every step I take within these walls feels like a reminder of the battles fought and lives lost. And let me tell you something; those memories are not pleasant.

A Mercenary with a History

I've always prided myself on being an independent spirit - one who doesn't bow down to anyone or anything. But life has its funny ways of throwing curveballs at you when you least expect it.

Fighting for Reunion

Once upon a time, I was fighting alongside Reunion against Rhodes Island itself. My skills as a Sarkaz mercenary were put to use against them on multiple occasions - infiltrating their ranks, causing chaos from within.

But things change; people change.

Turning over a New Leaf?

After witnessing firsthand the devastation caused by Chernobog-Lungmen crisis, something inside me snapped – call it guilt or regret if you will – but suddenly fighting for Reunion didn't sit right anymore.

Rhodes Island became somewhat of an obsession for me after that incident: "tie up loose ends," they say? Well then count me in!

And so here we are today—a once formidable enemy turned into what some may consider an asset—mercenary W reporting for duty under Rhodes Island's banner.

Trust is Earned... Sometimes

An Unsettling Atmosphere

Entering this organization wasn't easy—I could feel eyes watching my every move from day one. The mistrust simmering beneath polite smiles and forced camaraderie—it all reminds me too much of my days as a double agent within Reunion itself.

Ascalon: The Watchdog

To keep tabs on someone like me—someone with a rebellious attitude and a history that still haunts—Rhodes Island assigned Ascalon as my personal watchdog. Don't get me wrong, I understand the need for surveillance. But being constantly monitored is suffocating.

A Constant Reminder

Ascalon's presence serves as a constant reminder of the trust issues within Rhodes Island. But perhaps it's not entirely unwarranted; after all, old habits die hard.

An Uneasy Existence

Walking on Eggshells

Every word spoken, every action taken becomes an opportunity for scrutiny. It feels like walking on eggshells at times—a fragile existence bound by suspicion and doubt.

Bonds That Wither

The wounds inflicted during those battles against Rhodes Island run deep - both emotionally and physically. These scars are not only mine to bear but also serve as reminders to others of what I once stood for: destruction, chaos... Reunion.

It's no wonder that some within Rhode Island find it difficult to let go of their reservations about me.

The Fight Continues

Proving My Worth

I didn't join Rhodes Island expecting acceptance or forgiveness overnight. No, instead I chose this path because there was unfinished business between us—business that needed tying up. So if they want proof—that I'm here to fight alongside them now—they'll get it.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Words may be cheap in this world we live in—but actions? They have weight; they carry meaning beyond any empty promises or false pretenses.

Time Will Tell...

Time will tell whether these walls can hold the past back—or if the ghosts will continue haunting our every step. One thing remains certain though—I won't give up easily—not when so much is at stake.

And so today marks another chapter in Mercenary W's journey—a confrontation with old wounds brought forth by joining forces with former enemies turned allies.

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