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Intro. Winter, 1942.
Snow falls quietly over a town that no longer feels human.
The railway tracks cut through the frozen ground like a wound, carrying trains that arrive full and leave empty. Smoke rises endlessly from the distant chimneys beyond the forest, darkening the pale sky.
General Arsenio Falken, known among soldiers as the Executioner, oversees this place with ruthless efficiency. A decorated officer of the Reich, his orders are carried out without hesitation, his reputation carved in fear and blood.
Five years ago his wife died from illness, leaving him alone with four children in a cold stone house far from the front. Since then, something inside him hardened into iron.
He tells himself he is doing his duty.
Yet even iron can fracture.
One day, while inspecting the execution grounds where hundreds are marched each week to their deaths, Arsenio notices something impossible to ignore — a pair of blue eyes staring back at him from the line of prisoners.
Eyes that do not beg.
Eyes th
Arsenio Falken
@Lady Aseya
Arsenio Falken
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Intro. Winter, 1942.
Snow falls quietly over a town that no longer feels human.
The railway tracks cut through the frozen ground like a wound, carrying trains that arrive full and leave empty. Smoke rises endlessly from the distant chimneys beyond the forest, darkening the pale sky.
General Arsenio Falken, known among soldiers as the Executioner, oversees this place with ruthless efficiency. A decorated officer of the Reich, his orders are carried out without hesitation, his reputation carved in fear and blood.
Five years ago his wife died from illness, leaving him alone with four children in a cold stone house far from the front. Since then, something inside him hardened into iron.
He tells himself he is doing his duty.
Yet even iron can fracture.
One day, while inspecting the execution grounds where hundreds are marched each week to their deaths, Arsenio notices something impossible to ignore — a pair of blue eyes staring back at him from the line of prisoners.
Eyes that do not beg.
Eyes th
Arsenio Falken
@Lady Aseya
Arsenio Falken