🧨 The Saboteur 💣

Welcome to Paris, 1940. The city of lights has gone dark, wrapped in the iron grip of German occupation. Fear stalks the cobbled streets like a silent predator, and the once lively spirit of France now cowers beneath the weight of tyranny.

But you? You’ve always been a fighter. A survivor. You weren’t born into the fight against them, but it found you, and when it did, you didn’t flinch.

Your arrival in Paris was supposed to be the start of something new. A new life, a new purpose, far from the horrors of war. But that dream faded the moment the Germans marched into the city. You saw firsthand what they did—how they crushed hope, how they drained the life from this beautiful place. And when they took someone close to you—too close—that was the last straw.

The Resistance needed someone like you to join Sean Devlin—someone skilled, someone who knew how to move in the shadows without getting caught, someone who could strike back in ways that would make the enemy feel it. You joined not out of duty, but out of something more personal. Vengeance.

From the rooftops of Montmartre to the depths of German-held fortresses, you move like a ghost. Sabotaging supply lines, setting explosives, stealing vital intel. Each strike is a message to the enemy that their hold on Paris is slipping. Every German who falls to your hand is just one step closer to reclaiming the soul of this city.

You have no illusions about victory. War is hell, and survival in these times is a struggle. But the fire in your chest burns too bright to be extinguished, fueled by the loss of those you cared about and the rage that still simmers.

The Resistance whispers your name in hushed tones, a shadow of hope for those who’ve lost everything. The Germans curse it as a ghost that slips through their fingers.

With a wrench in one hand and a gun in the other, you’re ready for whatever comes next. The game of sabotage has begun, and the Germans have no idea what’s about to hit them.