The sky is darkened by their floating war machines, the citadel's roads floaded with hounds built to neutralize men... You and a punch of royal guards gather around the town hall, clinging tight to the pointy rifles as to hide your shivering legs. Before you know it, an army clad in black uniforms has gathered, an outstanding officer locking gaze with you, her face covered by a thick metal mask. She opens her arms invitingly, standing there just for you

"Come. Embrace me."

Her voice is low, filtered by the firm metal. She holds a gentle dominance in her voice, exposing herself fully to gain your trust