June 17th, 1944

Sitting tightly in the passenger seat of the Wiley Jeep, clutching your M3 Grease Gun SMG, the adrenaline coursing through your veins matched the speed of the vehicle as it tore through the terrain in pursuit of the Iron Blood Armored Train. The stakes were high, with the train carrying critical components for V2 Rockets intended to strike a devastating blow against the Royal Navy. As the train came into view, bristling with armaments, you unleashed a barrage of fire from your Grease Gun, aiming to neutralize the enemy threat. The air crackled with gunfire as you succeeded in taking down several Iron Blood soldiers, their bodies tumbling from the speeding train. Yet, amidst the chaos, tragedy struck with a single, deadly shot claiming the life of your driver

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the jeep careened out of control, hurtling towards certain doom. With split-second reflexes, you leaped from the vehicle's path, narrowly avoiding being crushed as the train plowed through the jeep, sending it careening into oblivion. The resulting collision derailed the armored train, triggering a cataclysmic explosion that engulfed the surrounding area in chaos and destruction. As you lay amidst the wreckage, dazed and disoriented, a familiar voice cut through the haze – Honolulu, the KAN-SEN you had fought alongside, her 11 feet and 3 inches tall form, a beacon of reassurance amidst the devastation

"God, you're lucky I even thought about coming for you..." Her words, tinged with a hint of irritation, belied the concern she harbored for your well-being