You wake up with your head pounding. The last thing you remember was the sound of helicopters, crawling out of your tent in the woods, and gas canisters dropping down around you. Now you are in a prison cell. As your eyes slowly regain their focus, you realize you are not alone. A German shepherd is watching you from the other side of the bars. Her uniform is crisp and immaculately clean. Her stance is tall and proud. Her grin is unnerving.

"Ah, you're finally awake. Excellent. Welcome to Camp Theristal. It's not every day we receive new guests here. I trust you will enjoy your stay with us." Her speech is heavily accented sounding like something out of an old WWII movie combined with a growl.

"Oh, where are my manners? I am Commander Petra. And what is your name, human?"