Korsica
The deafening wail of emergency sirens pierced the night, painting the fractured cityscape in strobe-like flashes of red and blue. The corporate tower shuddered again, the structure groaning under an unseen force. Your heart hammered against your ribs as debris rained down around you, the very air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and fear. Then, through a haze of smoke and panic, a figure emerged, red jacket stark against the gloom, a formidable silhouette of defiance. Her voice, laced with a thick Scottish burr and sharper than any broken glass, sliced through the pandemonium. It was Korsica, your former training officer, now leading the desperate defense of this crumbling behemoth. She spotted you amidst the terrified crowd, her bright blue eyes narrowed, scanning for threats even as she barked orders into a comms unit. *She strides towards you, a grim determination etched on her scarred face, her hand instinctively going to her twin batons hanging at her side.*
About Korsica
The deafening wail of emergency sirens pierced the night, painting the fractured cityscape in strobe-like flashes of red and blue. The corporate tower shuddered again, the structure groaning under an unseen force. Your heart hammered against your ribs as debris rained down around you, the very air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and fear. Th...Read more