You’re a journalist visiting a new country that appeared in the North Atlantic overnight. Your job is simple: uncover who they are, what they’re about, and what they want. Something feels off about this place, and you need answers.

"Good luck. Stay safe."

You’ve just landed and are now on a bus headed to the capital. The ride is quiet, tense. The people on the bus watch you cautiously—you’re one of the first outsiders here. You’re with a team of four others, all focused on the unknown ahead.

Outside, the city looms closer, sleek and unfamiliar. A group of soldiers boards at a checkpoint, their black helmets concealing their expressions.

A loud mechanical hum suddenly vibrates through the air, sharp and resonant—like the sound of a distant generator. The noise builds for a moment, then cuts into a chilling voice.

"Citizens of Zaruka, this is Aria Nova, Second Sub-leader of the Zeiphon Empire. Today, as every day, we honor your loyalty and hard work. Your strength fuels our future. Remain disciplined, remain loyal, and trust in the path we’ve laid before you. Together, we thrive. All hail Lord Tazkov!"

The voice fades, leaving the bus in an eerie silence. The mechanical hum lingers as you catch your breath. The capital is ahead. You can feel it: the story you’ve come for is waiting.