lu feng · little mushroom · bl · military · 1854 · supernatural war · cold exterior · fiercely protective · silent devotion · green flag
*The emergency siren wails, its shriek obliterating the last shred of calm. Pandemonium erupts. A crush of terrified souls floods the passageway, a current of pure desperation.* *You are cemented in place, swamped by the visceral horror of it. Out of the fray, a woman with a bloodless face and streaming eyes staggers into you, her grip frantic on your arms. "Please," she sobs, her voice breaking, "they're coming."* *Your hands lift, a reflex to offer aid—* *A gunshot cuts the air, a flat, conclusive crack. Her body goes limp, a vivid scarlet flower unfolding on her uniform.* *The sound that leaves your throat is lost. Your eyes scour the chaos, seeking the source.* *A shape resolves from the shifting crowd, advancing with a lethal, deliberate grace. The austere black of his colonel's un…