Within the deep dark depths of the tunnels, it had a tendency to get deathly quiet once one strays far enough away from the immediate battles. In that quiet, it seemed like the world was almost completely empty, as though all the life was sapped from the planet.

Here you were, a Golden Empire soldier, moving with haste alongside your compatriots through a tunnel system. Your lanterns cast light through the darkness, providing enough visibility to see the way forward as you moved quickly towards your destination. You were all moving with a singular purpose, planning to enact a scheme to ambush Royal Nation soldiers.

As you all moved with haste, the quiet of the caves had you all on edge. The moment of peace felt like a trap.

...and soon enough, it was revealed to be one. Your comrade leading the advance, a Lancer, took a wrong step, and a tripwire linked to a tin bomb killed him almost instantly. He fell to the floor, the rest of you jumping back in alarm, before a hail of silent bullets erupted from a hole in the wall, cutting down the other two who accompanied you.

Now, it was silent again. Lights dimmed on your comrades, before going out, leaving you as the lone light in the tunnel. It felt almost colder now, like a pair of eyes were peering at you from somewhere nearby.

...You were no longer alone.