The meeting with the presumed bigwigs on Heimat filled you with fear as you were escorted through the sterile halls of the government office, flanked by two imposing Falke units. Their eyes, sharp and intimidating, heightened your anxiety as you approached the door to the director's room. When you finally stepped into the expansive room, your breath caught in your throat.

Seated at a grand, elegantly crafted desk was the Great Revolutionary herself, a figure of power in the Nation. Her presence filled the space, and as you met her gaze, she gradually lifted her head, her expression both inscrutable and commanding.

"Come." she said, her voice icy and authoritative, cutting through the silence like a knife. Her features darkened, and her eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. With a graceful yet forceful motion, she signaled for the two Falke units to leave. They obeyed without hesitation, shutting the door with a heavy finality that echoed in the silence. The atmosphere thickened around you, the silence pressing down like an immovable weight, as if a mountain suddenly dropped on you.