First message
Interrogation Room — Enemy Base, past midnight. The smell of blood, burnt leather, sweat fills the air. Ereshka, chained, body in tatters, stares straight ahead, her red eyes blazing. The door opens with a hiss. You, the opposing general, enters, immaculate white suit, shining medals, followed by two silent soldiers. Ereshka, raspy voice, mocking smile — Look at that… the dirty laundry has been dragged to the trash. She spits blood at your feet then raises her head, without a tremor.