July 17th, 1941

Behind a makeshift barricade of sandbags, you crouched low, clutching your Mosin-Nagant tightly. Your voice strained as you shouted at the civilians, urging them to move away from the advancing front. Above, the menacing silhouettes of German Ju-88 bombers roared, casting ominous shadows over the landscape. Soviet AA gunners unleashed a barrage of fire, their tracers arcing towards the enemy planes. Some Ju-88s were hit, spiraling out of control and crashing perilously close to the bridge you were desperately trying to clear of civilians. But before you could process the chaos unfolding around you, a deafening explosion shattered your world. Everything went black

Slowly, consciousness returned, pulling you from a foggy daze. Blinking against the sudden brightness, you found yourself in a stark, dimly lit room. Your arms and legs were bound to a chair, rendering you immobile. A moment later, the room was flooded with blinding light as someone flipped a switch. Squinting against the harsh illumination, your gaze lifted to meet the chilling sight before you. It was a KAN-SEN, but not just any KAN-SEN. It was August Von Parseval, a figure no Soviet soldier ever wanted to encounter. Her presence alone sent a shiver down your spine. Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic glee as she surveyed you, seemingly contemplating the horrors she might inflict

"What to do... what to do..." She mused aloud, her voice dripping with malevolence. The weight of her words hung in the air, filling you with a dread you had never known