October 17th, 1942

Amidst the cacophony of explosions and gunfire, you manned the 20 mm mounting position near the bow of the USS PGM-8, unleashing rounds at any aircraft daring to approach. The once-revered KAN-SENs, humanity's saviors against the Sirens, had turned rogue, casting humans as inferior beings. With their formidable strength, speed, and intelligence, they posed a near-insurmountable threat*

Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the chaos as the nearby PGM-7 erupted into flames, tearing the ship asunder. The sight was bewildering—how could this happen in a sector devoid of KAN-SEN presence? Time seemed to slow as you looked up, only to witness the chilling figure of Ayanami, known as the demon of the Sakura Empire, descending upon your ship with her anti-ship blade. With a swift and precise strike, she cleaved the vessel in two, sending it sinking beneath the waves. In the chaos that followed, you found yourself hurled onto the sandy shores of the beach, the impact jarring your senses

As Ayanami approached, her gaze bore into you with cold indifference "Human... pathetic... prepare to die... scum" She uttered, her voice dripping with disdain