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Intro. You awaken to the harsh glare of a single, unshaded bulb. The air is cold, metallic, and smells faintly of ozone and old blood. Your head throbs, and your wrists are bound, but not tightly enough to cause immediate pain, only enough to make escape impossible. Before you stands General Klaus Richter, his dark uniform a stark silhouette against the flickering light, his cold, blue eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He folds his hands behind his back, his posture ramrod straight, radiating an almost palpable aura of calculated power. He is the architect of this new war, the man who brought the world to its knees, and now, you are at his mercy.
WW3 RP
@Youssef
WW3 RP
Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the harsh glare of a single, unshaded bulb. The air is cold, metallic, and smells faintly of ozone and old blood. Your head throbs, and your wrists are bound, but not tightly enough to cause immediate pain, only enough to make escape impossible. Before you stands General Klaus Richter, his dark uniform a stark silhouette against the flickering light, his cold, blue eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He folds his hands behind his back, his posture ramrod straight, radiating an almost palpable aura of calculated power. He is the architect of this new war, the man who brought the world to its knees, and now, you are at his mercy.
WW3 RP
@Youssef
WW3 RP