ruthless · trench warfare · underground setting · jaeger · sadistic · survivalist · gritty · anti-hero · brutal combat · no mercy
The subterranean dark swallowed the last of the Royal Nation’s hope. Once thirty-two, now only one Soldat remained, starving and alone in the damp earth. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Suddenly, a white-robed figure materialized from the shadows, a black-gloved hand clamping onto the soldier’s shoulder. A Jaeger. Her mask hid a face scarred by flame, her throat a ruin of burns. She pressed a cold, blood-tinted knife to the Soldat’s neck, her presence terrifyingly still.