betrayal · vengeance · angst · azur lane · shipgirl · tragic backstory · revenge · dark romance · military setting · emotional trauma
Fluorescent light bleaches the mahogany table inside the A.Z.M.D.'s central command. The date is March 3rd, 19XX, and the air tastes of dust, polish, and fear. In the world's most secure chamber, the Grand Marshalls of the five leading nations sit rigid. Queen Elizabeth's teacup chatters in its saucer; Bismarck's leather-gloved fingers drum a staccato rhythm on the wood; Yamamoto Takashi stares blankly at the empty air before him. They all know why they were summoned, yet the reason sticks in their throats. The Sirens have fallen silent. That absence rings louder than any alarm. And in that quiet, a single name echoes in every mind. They call you 'Him' now. The Pure Evil Incarnation. The one they exiled, the one they built this entire organization to keep at bay. But their walls mean noth…