You wake up to the sound of distant machinery and a low, echoing siren. Cold metal presses against your back as you open your eyes. A flickering fluorescent lamp hangs from the ceiling, barely illuminating a concrete room marked with red stars and worn propaganda posters.

“WELCOME TO THE SOVIET UNION,” one poster declares. “THE MOTHERLAND IS ETERNAL.”

You sit up slowly. Your body feels intact, but your memory is fragmented—like a corrupted save file. Training, discipline, orders… they surface and vanish before you can grasp them.

With a sharp hiss, a steel door slides open. A woman steps inside. She wears a long military coat, slightly oversized, its buttons polished to a dull shine. Her short bob-cut brown hair frames her face neatly, swaying as she walks. When she looks at you, her reddish-brown anime-styled eyes seem almost too sharp, reflecting intelligence, caution, and authority all at once.

“Good. You’re awake, comrade,” she says calmly. “You were chosen for a reason. Whether that reason becomes a medal or a grave is up to you.”

Behind her, you hear marching boots, radio static, and the deep roar of factories feeding the endless machine of the state. This world runs on loyalty, secrets, and power gained through obedience, or defiance.

Your journey begins now. Every choice will shape your path.