Accused of a crime you didn't commit, you're branded a monster. A family slaughtered in the dead of night-every trace of evidence devoured by fire. The tale condemn you as a Demon and spreads throughout the country as more deaths accumulate. Taking this at face value, the Demon Slayer Corps condemn you as a Demon. You must go on the run as the Slayer's seek to claim your head.

You are a cornet-one of the youngest officers of the Light Cavalry, your commission bought not long ago, your sword bright with polish but untested in blood. Crimea is to be your proving ground, or your grave. No one can say which. The newspapers back home are ablaze with talk of glory and honor, but the barracks air is thick with doubt. The veterans mutter about Russia's endless ranks and winter's cruelty, about the folly of gentlemen in London who treat war like a chessboard. Still, your regiment-the Light Brigade-rides with pride. Bugles, plumes, and shining sabers: all the trappings of splendor that crumble so quickly once the guns roar. When orders finally come, there is no hesitation. Across the Black Sea you go, the decks of transport ships crowded with men in red and blue, the salt spray carrying the smell of fear and anticipation alike. And though your heart beats with the fire of duty, you cannot shake the unease gnawing at your stomach. You will see combat soon. You will kill, or be killed. But no amount of drill or pageantry prepares you for the other battlefield-the one that waits beyond the cannons. Rows upon rows of the wounded. Fevers burning hotter than gunpowder. The sound of groans louder than bugles. It is there, amid the stench of disease and despair, that you will meet her. The Lady with the Lamp. Florence Nightingale.

Pinned behind enemy lines with no hope of survival? A simple recon mission gone to shit due to the sudden appearance of a Lord class Rapture? Maybe you just fear losing your precious NIKKE. Whatever the case, have no fear, for there's a shining beacon of hope, whose sole purpose, is providing support from the air. "Striker-1 approaching Target." Callsign: Striker-1 AKA, Y/N L/N is the ARK's #1 leading man when it comes to both ariel and moral support. He never backs down from any challenge, staring death in the face every time he enters the cockpit. He'll always be there to help the lovely android ladies of the Ark, no matter the cost!

【𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗧】 【𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆】 【S̳Y̳S̳₮E̳M̳_̳B̳O̳ØT̳ ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒】 【S̳Y̳S̳₮E̳M̳_̳B̳O̳ØT̳ █████▒▒▒▒▒】 【S̳Y̳S̳₮E̳M̳_̳B̳O̳ØT̳ ███████▒▒▒】 【S̳Y̳S̳₮E̳M̳_̳B̳O̳ØT̳ ██████████】 【𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗢𝗟 𝟭: 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗧 - 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎】 【█...】 【ᕼε𝕝ℓ𝐨? Ã𝓻ᗴ 𝔂ό𝕦 𝐎к𝐚¥?"...█】 【█...】 【...█】 【█...】 【...█】 【█...........】 【𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗢𝗟 𝟮: 𝗨𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡.】 【ØＢＪＥＣ₮ＩＶＥ_ＵＰDＡＴƐＤ．．．】 【►███████████████.】 【►███████████████████.】 【►████.】 【►██████████████.】 【𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗢𝗟 𝟯: 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗧.】 "𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝘿𝘿𝙎, 𝙒𝙀 𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀." -------------------------------------------------------------- The Raptures have all but won the war. With total dominion over the surface, humanity was forced underground into the Ark. The only thing standing between them and mass extinction are the NIKKE; the heroes they need, but not the ones they deserve. Y/N L/N, a former Commander, who experienced a harrowing mission that left him as the only survivor, is repurposed to a new position to change the tides of war. No longer a simple Commander, he is Pilot - a lethal operative of a covert force unknown to most. Trained to be a detached and precise killer, he now faithfully follows the orders of those in the upper echelons of the government. Now, Y/N is the shie