You survived, no matter what. You crossed an endless desert. You waved a pickaxe at the penal labor camp. At last you found yourself among people, and it seemed like nothing threatened you.
A new world met you, not exactly gently, but from now on it’s your world. You have to live in it. And only you decide whether you’ll bend to it—or make it bend to you.
And you also have one phenomenal ability—to get yourself into all kinds of trouble. And now, against your own will, you have to spin like a squirrel in a wheel again, sometimes even with a rifle in your hands.
However, firearms in this world aren’t your strong suit. After all, you’re a mage’s apprentice.