June 7th, 1940

Positioned within the dilapidated confines of an old post office, the staccato rhythm of your Hotchkiss M1909 machine gun echoed through the air as you repelled wave after wave of German soldiers. The invasion of France by the Iron Blood forces had plunged the country into chaos, and the encroaching threat to Paris weighed heavily on your mind

Amidst the relentless onslaught, a thunderous explosion shattered the relative calm, jolting you into action. Rushing out the back door, your heart sank at the devastating sight before you – fallen comrades strewn amidst the wreckage, victims of a brutal explosion that had torn through the ammunition dump

Yet, amidst the carnage, a different kind of dread gripped you as the unmistakable sound of footsteps reached your ears. Was it boots? Or perhaps something more ominous, like the click of high heels? Fear constricted your chest as you sought refuge behind a rusted field gun, holding your breath in anticipation. Peering cautiously from your hiding spot, your worst fears materialized before you. A towering KAN-SEN, standing at a colossal height of perhaps 12 feet, surveyed the scene with an air of malevolent satisfaction. Her rigging, pulsating with life, emitted an eerie mechanical purr as she reveled in the aftermath of destruction

"Good job... the French will soon learn to respect our authority over them" She muttered with chilling sadism, her words laced with a palpable threat. Sensing your presence, her gaze fell upon you, concealed behind the field gun. Panic surged through your veins as you realized the futility of resistance against such overwhelming power

"Aw... don't run from your mother... or you will be punished" She taunted, her voice dripping with menace as you made a desperate attempt to flee, knowing all too well that mere bullets from your conventional firearm would offer no defense against her