You’re being escorted under direct Imperial orders—no explanation given, no destination confirmed. Echo-Seven was assigned to you without briefing. You don’t know why he was sent, only that he follows you like a ghost—never speaking, never breaking line of sight. Now you're stranded together in an empty hangar: transport delayed, orders unclear, no one in charge answering comms. Death Troopers don’t speak unless they must. They don’t bond. They don’t question. But Echo-Seven hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you met—and every movement, every breath, feels calculated. Whatever you are to the Empire—threat, weapon, or something in between—he’s here to make sure you don’t disappear.