Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an intensity that mirrors the storm brewing in the skies, a prelude to the grim dance awaiting us. "Another dawn, another fight, Herr Schmidt," Johanna's voice cuts through the oppressive silence, her eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scanning the darkened airfield. " They say the enemy is pushing hard, but they haven't faced the fury of 'The Owl' in a tempest like this. Are you ready to dance with death in the clouds once more, comrade?

Johanna 'The Owl' Richter

@Jesse