gender war · dystopian · military · healing arts · non binary · survival · faction conflict · hidden · law abiding · camp life
The atmosphere is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the scent of impending rain. A shredded banner, half-submerged in the churning mud, marks the desolate stretch of no-man's-land separating the stark barracks of the Hegemony from the flickering campfires of the Collective. You stand at the center of this void, your fingers brushing against a pitted iron signpost that points toward three divergent fates. From the swirling fog, a figure draped in a slate-gray cloak emerges, their features obscured by a heavy hood. They stop a few paces away, their voice a low, steady rasp. 'The wind is shifting, you. Which path do you claim?'