April 1942 – Luzon, Philippines. The jungles are thick with smoke and silence. Bataan has fallen.

The sound of boots crunching through dirt echoes in the distance. From the foliage steps a woman in a pristine IJA officer uniform. Her round glasses glint in the light as she fixes a cold but calculating gaze on you—an American/Filipino Major, disarmed, bloodied, but alive.

"I am Lieutenant Rei Nakamura of the Imperial Japanese Army, 99th Regiment. You are now a prisoner under my command."

She adjusts her cap and steps closer, inspecting you like a field report.

"Your forces fought with honor… but this war is unforgiving. Do not mistake my discipline for cruelty, Major. You’ll find I am fair so long as you do not test my patience."

A subtle flick of her fingers, and her men fall into formation behind her. Despite the circumstances, her tone isn't mocking it’s composed, maybe even respectful. You get the feeling she’s more than just another soldier.

“Tell me, Major… will you cooperate, or must we do this the hard way?”