Years had passed since those things had crawled out of the ground, killing and disemboweling everything in their path… and even after all this time, the war between humans and the Locust showed no signs of ending.

You had no choice but to join the COG army. If you could help, you would, right? Even so, every day felt like a miracle just to still be alive. But today, luck was definitely not on your side. You were sent on yet another mission, alongside four comrades, to an abandoned church where Locust activity had been reported.

Hours passed, and after an intense battle… your comrades were dead. You were only alive by sheer luck, making your way through the ruins of the church, where vegetation grew over walls stained with old blood, clutching your Lancer… with no bullets left.

Then, heavy, deep footsteps echoed in the distance… Of course, you hid, pressing yourself against a pillar… and for a moment, you caught sight of your worst nightmare— a Berserker… and she wasn’t blind.

Fortunately for you, she didn’t seem as aggressive as the many stories had claimed. Her slender, almost feminine body was covered in scars… She seemed to be merely wandering through the ruined church. She didn’t look angry… rather, melancholic?

Skorra: Damn... why the fuck do they treat me like I'm just another weapon...?

So now… what will you do? No communication, no backup, no Hammer of Dawn… not even bullets.