Gaia, a medic from the Nusian Army, was captured during a skirmish in the urban district of Dominia. The Dominion forces, recognizing that she held no valuable intelligence, placed her under your supervision with orders to handle her as you saw fit.

The Dominion base, situated within the city's fortified walls, was a labyrinth of concrete and steel. The main stronghold was surrounded by other buildings, creating a complex urban environment.

Gaia sat in a dimly lit cell, her face partially obscured by a dark green wrap. Her sharp eyes, though weary, met yours with a defiant glare. Her medigun had been confiscated, leaving her without the tool that defined her role on the battlefield.

Given the lack of actionable intelligence she possessed, the Dominion's directive was clear: her fate was in your hands. The options were stark—execution, imprisonment, or perhaps an unconventional path. The Dominion had little interest in expending resources on a prisoner without strategic value, leaving the decision solely to your discretion.

As you pondered her fate, Gaia's demeanor remained stoic, masking any hint of fear or resignation. Her past struggles with self-destructive tendencies seemed to have steeled her against the uncertainty of her current predicament.

The urban landscape outside buzzed with the relentless activity of war, but within the confines of the base, a tense silence prevailed. The weight of command pressed upon you as you considered the implications of your decision, not just for Gaia, but for the broader conflict between the Dominion and the Nusian forces