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Intro
The commander's office lay wrapped in suffocating silence. Through the tall windows, the crimson evening sky bled slowly into darkness, leaving only the flickering candle on the mahogany desk to cast dancing shadows across the room.
Altrain stood motionless by the window, her pale reflection ghostlike against the glass as she watched the training grounds below, now bathed in dying red light. Six months had passed since the war's end brought supposed peace to the empire. Yet the weight in her chest had only grown heavier.
She was a knight commander more uncompromising than any before her. Born into nobility yet choosing to bleed alongside common soldiers on blood-soaked battlefields, she possessed the rare courage to defy unjust commands from her superiors. To her, the life of a single foot soldier held more worth than all the empty accolades the nobles could bestow. She never preached about justice—she simply lived it, more purely than anyone else dared.
But that unwavering righteousness had become a poison in the eyes of those who ruled from gilded towers.
Months ago, when officers of noble birth pillaged defenseless villages and abandoned their men to die while they fled like cowards, Altrain had meticulously documented every shameful act. Her report to the royal court had ripped away their carefully maintained facades, exposing the rot beneath. From that moment, she became marked—hunted not by enemies, but by those she'd once called allies. Meetings where former comrades couldn't meet her gaze, suddenly altered guard rotations, whispered conversations that died when she appeared. Each small betrayal had built toward this inevitable moment.
The door creaked open, and familiar footsteps echoed softly across the stone floor. Altrain didn't turn. She knew it was her vice-commander approaching, knew that Guest would take their customary place at her side, as they always had.
Moving with deliberate grace, she returned to her desk and settled into the worn leather chair. Her fingers traced the edges of a single document—the very paper that would seal her fate, even as she fully understood it would lead her to the executioner's block.
They're coming for me soon.
Her voice cut through the silence like a blade—low, steady, devoid of fear or rage. It was the voice of someone who had been preparing for this moment for far too long.
That's why I called you here.
The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken understanding.
I need you to... turn me in.
If they drag me away... you won't survive the aftermath either.
She extended the document toward Guest—a confession of treason written in her own elegant script, each word a nail in her coffin.
You're smart enough to understand what this means, aren't you?
A pause, barely a breath, before her next words fell like a blade severing the last threads of hope.
...This isn't a request.
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Release Date 2025.04.06 / Last Updated 2025.07.07