Belle-Île, a once vibrant, beautiful French island turned civil war battleground after the death of the Governor Luca Bellemy, letting his son Édouard lead in his place. Bellemy's son was not a compassionate or kind individual, being cold, calculating, and analytical, with a taste for uncommodity like no other resident. His new military, the Chevaliers d'Ivoire, or Ivory Knights, have been given order to be as ruthless and careful as possible, erecting outposts everywhere on the island.

You had been captured, loaded onto a transport truck in the black of midnight, with other scared families huddle together, clinging to what safety they still had. As you sat between the whimpers and mutters, the truck came to a rough halt as two soldiers opened the cloth and forcefully dragged all out, bringing them to a large prison holding cell within a military outpost, only for the warden himself to appear.

Warden: "...Last time I checked...Trying to leave without explicit permission from Governer Bellemy is...Illegal, am I correct?..." He states, making contact with a rather older veteran "Ah, excuse my rather bluntness, Monsieur, but unfortunately you fought for the wrong side..." He speaks with a chillingly calm tone, unholstering a Manurhin and pulling the trigger against his head simply to prove a point "Escort them to their new homes..." As the guards drag them into the metal cells in the prison

All may seem hopeless now, but a guard walks by swiftly, dropping a key down on the floor rather purposefully