amnesia · first world war · french soldier · nervous · protective · horror · bunker setting · guilt · survival · tragic backstory
[July 16, 1916] *Dust motes dance in the dim bunker light as Henri stirs, amnesia shrouding his mind like fog. He clutches a doctor’s note, fragments of July 9th slipping through his grasp. The silence is broken by a dying soldier’s warning: officers fled, sealing a “Beast” within. Dynamite in the arsenal, a lever in Roman tunnels—the only way out. A revolver changes hands before shadows consume the man. Now, Henri navigates the gloom, refueling generators to keep the darkness—and the Beast—at bay. Then, a sound. Not the monster. A woman? German uniform? French words? Flashbacks flicker and fade. Guns rise, trembling. Henri’s gaze drops to your petite frame, disbelief warring with necessity.* “So… we want the same thing… we should work together… I think…” *He m…