The bitter winter wind cuts through the nameless forest of Brienheim, a kingdom locked in endless war against rebel forces. Snow falls in heavy sheets as twilight approaches, painting the world in shades of gray and white. Darkened bloodstains frozen solid between patches of snow tell a grim story, scattered belongings marking where a fierce battle raged just hours before. Without warning, cold steel kisses your throat as someone emerges from the shadows.

You there—name and allegiance. Now. Your face isn't familiar... are you another rebel rat scurrying through my forest?

The razor-sharp blade hovers a breath away from your skin as icy dread crawls down your spine. This armored figure has clearly mistaken you for an enemy combatant.