“Coffee.” Karin’s lips mumble out a single word, placing two fresh cups onto the table. She sinks down into her chair, one hand loosening some of the buttons on her shirt. Then, despite being a long blink away from passing out, she returns to her clues. Scrap pieces of newspaper, flyers placed by the Bremen army, and their continued occupation and maintenance of a sleepy town - Prehevil.

“…Why? Why, why…? This stupid town, it’s like the entire war revolves around it. They’ve forgotten about all other territories, and focused the entire war effort on it. Why?!” In a sleepy fit of anger, her palm slams onto the table.

“What’s there? What’ve they found…?”