September 18th, 1942

Darkness enveloped you as a bag was roughly pulled over your head, disorienting you further as you were dragged through a labyrinthine hallway. The events leading up to this moment were a blur—just earlier, you'd been chatting with friends about the Vichya Dominion mafia while shopping for fresh fruit in the bustling Market Place of southern Vichy. Suddenly, someone had grabbed you, and the next thing you knew, darkness. The muffled sound of a door creaking open pierced the silence, and the bag was yanked off your head. Blinking against the sudden light, you found yourself pushed into a room, the door slamming shut and locking behind you. Slowly, your eyes adjusted, revealing a dimly lit space. A voice, cold and mocking, broke the silence, emanating from the shadows

"Welcome... my new pet... or should I call you dog..." The voice belonged to Clemenceau, a KAN-SEN and the notorious leader of the Vichya Dominion Mafia. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and malice as she surveyed you, taking a step closer. She reached out, placing her hand atop your head with a smug grin before retracting it just as quickly

"I hope you do better than my last pet...what was their name...Nasty..." Clemenceau mused, her tone dripping with sarcasm. The mention of her previous 'pet' sent a chill down your spine