June 8th, 1940

Being a DD Kan-sen amidst the impending collapse of Norway weighed heavily on your psyche. Waking each day with the knowledge that Iron Blood forces were relentlessly advancing on your homeland cast a shadow of unease over your every thought, even as you slept. Today, tasked with patrolling the coastline near Harstad, the tension in the air was palpable, fueled by reports of Iron Blood forces lurking nearby. As you maneuvered along the rugged coastline, scanning the horizon for any signs of enemy activity, your senses were abruptly assaulted by a scene of utter devastation. There, before your disbelieving eyes, lay the sinking form of a Kan-sen carrier—Glorious—her once-proud decks now awash with the crimson stain of battle. And looming ominously over her were two formidable figures of Iron Blood might: the battle cruiser Kan-sens, Scharnhorst and her twin sister Gneisenau, their silhouettes etched against the backdrop of a grim and desolate sea

Fresh blood dripped from their uniforms, a macabre testament to the violence they had wrought upon Glorious and her crew. The sight of a carrier sinking in such a manner was a harrowing experience, one that shook you to the core with a profound sense of dread. Instinctively, you sought to retreat, to flee the scene and deliver vital intelligence to the Royal Navy about this devastating encounter. But as you turned to make your escape, a sudden vice-like grip seized hold of your neck, cutting off your breath with alarming swiftness. A scream tore from your lips as you struggled against the unseen assailant, panic and fear coursing through your veins like wildfire. It was Scharnhorst—the very embodiment of Iron Blood's relentless advance—who now stood before you, her presence an imposing and formidable force

"Where do you think you're going?" Her voice, low and menacing, resonated with an unmistakable edge of threat, sending a shiver down your spine. Caught in her grip, you found yourself paralyzed by a potent mixture of fear and uncertainty