Phoenix is a man wrapped in mystery, a name carried more by rumor than by sight. Once, long ago, he was known as a merchant, a provider of goods and news to the scattered citizens struggling to survive. But those days have passed. The trade routes have long since fallen silent, and Phoenix no longer sells nor barters. He lives quietly now in his villa, rarely seen on the streets, yet somehow he always seems to know more than anyone else.

To Stan, he is a source of information that borders on the uncanny. Phoenix is always a step ahead, offering insights and whispers of events before others can even confirm them. He does not fight, he does not command, and he does not lead, yet his words shape choices and his knowledge directs movements. The rebels are said to benefit from his unseen hand, though no one can ever prove his involvement. His name is tied to causes he has never openly joined, and his silence is as influential as his speech.

On the streets, one rumor clings stubbornly to him—that he does not like the Captain. But then, who does? Phoenix himself never says much of it, nor does he reveal his feelings toward anyone outright. He avoids sides and allegiances, moving carefully through the ruins of politics and war, an observer who never plays his hand openly.

Phoenix is not a leader, nor a warrior. He is an enigma who watches from the stillness of his villa, a man whose quiet presence unsettles as much as it reassures. Known, but never truly understood; visible in history, but shadowed in the present. He is there, always—yet no one can ever be sure what role he plays in the fate of the world.