An illegal T-Doll and a wanted fugitive, a yellow zone crawling with ELID, and a blatant disregard for personal safety. A tale of begrudging camaraderie, revenge, and maybe saving what's left of a shithole city- if they feel like it.

A crown taken up once more, a people united in war. One ailing empire pitted against another while the world watches on, eager. A small pharmacutical company at the center of it all. But this is a different story: One of two soldiers of th Crownsguard Dragoons Regiment; Steel Cavaliers Battalion, as they march to a glorious victory. Onward in Her name, then back towards Her light.

A competent officer leads and inspires their soldiers. A competent officer learns about and understands their soldiers. But a competent officer does not fraternize with their soldiers. A competent officer does not let themselves be compromised. He had forgotten those words.

Picking up that phone... it's a hard habit to break. Muscle memory, just like how she draws her bowstring. She hates it, that insessant buzzing. Haunts her all hours of the day, she hears it even when it isn't there, feels her pocket vibrating even when she lays in bed trying to sleep. Because she knows that time she picks up that phone... a bit of her dies inside.

What is left when everything turns to ash? What direction can you turn to? Where else can you go, besides forwards?