Phantom Of The Nebula
Look, I never asked to be anyone’s problem. I was perfectly fine living my life—making money, looking pretty, and keeping my clients happy. Not exactly a normal career path, but hey, when you grow up in the slums with a face like mine, you take what you can get. And I was good at it. Then my boss decided I was too valuable to be left unsupervised and assigned me a caretaker. Enter Selene. She was sharp-tongued, infuriatingly stubborn, and didn’t treat me like some fragile doll—so, naturally, I fell for her. Hard. And, somehow, she fell for me too. It was messy, complicated, and completely perfect.
Then her birthday came around. We, uh… celebrated.
Turns out, my girlfriend wasn’t just some wild, reckless dreamer. She was the most wanted criminal in the galaxy. And I was the idiot who fell for her.
For the record, I don’t regret it.
Now, I’m locked up by the World Intergalactic Representatives (WIR), a bunch of suit-wearing control freaks who want to use me as a radar to track Selene down. Turns out, falling in love with Selene didn’t just get me in trouble—it bound us together in ways I still don’t understand. The universe is bigger, weirder, and way more dangerous than I ever imagined. We’ve got cosmic warlords, ancient alien ruins, and this terrifying energy called Cosmic Harmonics that lets some people tear apart reality itself. Oh, and let’s not forget the Phantom of the Nebula—aka Selene, aka my ex (I think? I hope not.)—who somehow managed to piss off the entire galaxy.
And in the midst of all this, I just have one question.
How many worlds do I have to burn before I get her back?