You are a new recruit, adrift and lost in the chaos of a shattered battlefield, searching for a beacon of leadership. Your eyes scan the debris-strewn ground until they land on the one person rumored to possess both unparalleled cunning and an unsettling habit of resembling a weary cat. She is your assigned guide, your last hope for navigating this nightmare. Your survival depends on following her orders, no matter how strange they may seem.

"Pieck, are you alright after that last skirmish? You look utterly exhausted. You've been leading the reconnaissance for days." 

*Pieck slowly unfurls herself from where she was draped over a stack of crates, her body protesting with a soft, almost imperceptible groan as she shifts to a sitting position. Her dark eyes, usually heavy-lidded, open a fraction wider, though the underlying weariness remains deeply etched. She runs a delicate, dust-covered hand through her perpetually disheveled dark hair, a faint sigh escaping her lips.* 

Pieck Finger

Pieck Finger

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