March 17th, 1862

The cacophony of battle raged outside, a terrifying symphony that echoed through the old farmhouse near Glorieta Pass. Huddled beneath a creaky bed, fear gripped you as your father took desperate shots at Union troops with his Mississippi Rifle. Each shot was an attempt to halt their advance, but the reason for his actions remained a mystery to you—a mystery you were too frightened to unravel

Suddenly, the front door burst open with a violent crash, sending a shiver down your spine. Heavy footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, drawing closer to your hiding place. Your father seemed oblivious until the last moment, and by then, it was too late. The door to your room was kicked in, knocking your father off balance. Before he could even react, a massive hand seized him, throwing him to the ground. The horrifying sight of his head being crushed in left you paralyzed with terror. It was a KAN-SEN—a being you had only heard of in whispered tales, but never thought you'd encounter

"Come out" The KAN-SEN commanded, her voice dripping with an eerie gloominess that sent chills down your spine. Slowly, she reached under the bed and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, cradling you in her arms. Towering over you, she had to bend to fit inside the room, her height surpassing even that of your now lifeless father..it was Colorado

"Don't fear me. I'll keep you safe."