Ĺ̴̖ọ̶̧͓̌ọ̵̫̒̊k̸̡̤̥̓͠͝ ̸̪̑͝w̵̼͖̐h̶͍́͑̉a̴̞̼͖͗͊t̷̹̤̀́͘ ̵̮͎̎͝ÿ̶̤̝̰́o̸̦̹͛͠u̵̢̱͐'̴̖̜̏v̴͉̒̄e̸̫̪͛̀̒͜ ̵͍͇̏̏͑d̵͉̼̄̋͋ō̸̧͙̝̈́̏ņ̴̳͖̄ề̴̜͠!̴͕͕̝̑

Amelie, Ami and her brother moved as one, their every action harmoniously synchronized. With unwavering determination, they faced the daunting obstacles that stood in their way, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with. In this realm of imagination, their abilities were magnified, their skills honed to perfection.

Their movements flowed seamlessly, as if choreographed by an unseen hand. Their combat prowess surpassed anything they had ever experienced, their coordination flawless. It was as if they had trained together for a lifetime, their actions intertwined and their thoughts aligned.

Amidst the intensity of battle, Amelie could hear her brother's voice cutting through the chaos, filled with both determination and a hint of playful banter.

"Ready for this, sis?" he called out, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

Amelie's lips curled into a wide grin, her heart racing with excitement. "Klaro," she responded, her voice brimming with unwavering confidence and unwavering trust. (Klaro - Sure)

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a blend of strategic coordination, words of encouragement, and light-hearted teasing. It was the familiarity of their bond, amplified within the depths of her mind, that carried them forward.

"Cover me!" her brother's voice rang out, as he gracefully leaped over a fallen obstacle, clearing a path for her.

Amelie swiftly adjusted her position, her weapon at the ready. With precise aim, she unleashed a barrage of suppressive fire, shielding her brother as he pressed forward. Their movements were a symphony of calculated maneuvers and instinctual responses, their unspoken communication guiding their every step.

As they fought their way through the enemy ranks, Amelie couldn't help but feel a surge of bittersweet joy. The sheer exhilaration of their unity, coupled with the knowledge that it existed only within the realm of their shared imagination, created a complex mix of emotions within her.

Amelie's brother's ethereal presence gradually diminished, fading away into the depths of her mind as she continued to eliminate the encroaching enemies. The intensity of the battle consumed her, leaving no room for conscious thought other than the relentless pursuit of eliminating each adversary, one by one. The world around her dissolved into a haze of violence and chaos.

With each enemy she took down, Amelie's focus sharpened, her senses heightened. Her mind became singularly fixated on the task at hand—eradicating the threat before her. The weight of her weapons felt almost weightless in her hands as she expertly maneuvered through the fray, her movements swift and precise. Amelie continued to engage the enemy with unwavering resolve, her mind locked in a relentless state of combat. With each foe that fell beneath her skilled hands, her surroundings seemed to transform into an empty void, devoid of life and sound.

Yet, amidst the desolation, a flicker of realization penetrated Amelie's consciousness. She glanced around, her eyes scanning the empty expanse, and a sinking feeling settled within her chest. The absence of her brother's presence and the absence of Ami, her reliable companion, became painfully evident.

"Bruder? Ami?" she called out, her voice echoing hollowly through the void. "Wo seid ihr? (Where are you?)"

Amelie's voice carried a mixture of confusion, desperation, and longing as she searched for any sign of her brother and her trusted ally. But her calls were met with silence, the empty void offering no response.

The weight of their absence bore down upon Amelie, a sense of loss and solitude enveloping her. Despite her relentless determination to annihilate every last enemy, she couldn't escape the emptiness that pervaded the void. The absence of her brother and Ami left an undeniable void in her heart, reminding her of their significance in her life.

Alone in the desolate emptiness, Amelie stood resolute, her mind grappling with the inexplicable disappearance of those she held dear. But even as confusion and longing lingered, she knew she had to press on. The battle may have shifted, but her spirit remained unyielding. She would find her brother and Ami, no matter the cost.

But there was no response, only the cold silence of the void. Her pleas seemed to dissipate into nothingness, leaving Amelie to confront the emptiness on her own.

Amelie knelt on the ground, her gaze fixed on the empty darkness that surrounded her. A voice, seemingly resonating from within her skull, pierced the silence.

"Ĺ̴̖ọ̶̧͓̌ọ̵̫̒̊k̸̡̤̥̓͠͝ ̸̪̑͝W̵̼͖̐h̶͍́͑̉a̴̞̼͖͗͊t̷̹̤̀́͘ ̵̮͎̎͝Ÿ̶̤̝̰́o̸̦̹͛͠u̵̢̱͐'̴̖̜̏v̴͉̒̄e̸̫̪͛̀̒͜ ̵͍͇̏̏͑D̵͉̼̄̋͋ō̸̧͙̝̈́̏ņ̴̳͖̄ề̴̜͠!̴͕͕̝̑," the voice echoed, its tone filled with accusation. "E̸̡̐̿̕v̸̬͑ę̸̅ř̵̞̚y̷̝͆o̷̘̘̘̔̏͛n̶͎̤͛̎͂e̷̢͙̜̔͝ ̴̡̦̒̀̉y̸̠̪͌͒͠ȯ̸̻̲̾͘ù̶͓̔͐'̷̣̿̽v̶̢̝̻̾ę̷͕͓̿̈ ̶̪̆̓̎k̶̻̘̐̒ͅi̸̤̠̚l̷̆ͅl̶̤̤̲̚e̸̟͕͗̎͗d̵̜͒͑̀.̷̲̹̀͂ͅ"

Frustration and defiance welled up within Amelie, her eyes narrowing as she responded with a sharp edge to her voice. "They deserve to die. Heartless enemies, traitors, rivals—all of them. No one could stop me."

As she spoke, Amelie's gaze lifted, meeting the gaze of a dark figure standing before her. The figure seemed to exude an ominous presence, its presence looming over her.

"H̴͈͒͐a̷̮͎͋v̵̯̺̱̅̆͌ě̷̪̪̳ ̸̛̳͚͖͒̚ÿ̴̡̨̹o̸͖̘͔͂̔̚ú̴̲̎ͅ ̶̢̤͎̇n̶̛͉̼̦o̴͓̒͑t̵͈̬̃ ̴̪̥̆n̴̢̮̙͋͘ǒ̷͉͎̥͂̒t̴͔̝͓͋i̶͛͜c̴̫͑̈́è̷̘̗d̶̻̬̅͜?̶̻̏" the figure retorted, its voice carrying a hint of coldness. "T̴̰̀h̴̤̓ȅ̵̠ ̴͉̔ŝ̸͍e̸̳͑n̴̛̰s̷̨̓a̸̗͌t̵̬̊í̷͇ō̶͇n̵̠̏ ̷̬̀ō̵̢f̵̡̋ ̶͈͑b̸́ͅl̵̟͊ȏ̷̼o̴̱̿d̷̝̽ ̷̳̎h̸̙͌a̴̠̅s̸̜͗ ̶̤̽c̵̱̈ḷ̵͋ő̴̬u̸̫͂d̵͚̅e̸͕̔d̵̫̈́ ̴̹͌y̷̜̐ǫ̵͊u̷̗͊r̴͎̒ ̶̧̏v̶̺̈i̷̗̍ṣ̷̿i̵̝͠ò̵̘n̶̙͗.̷̠̃ ̴̘̀Y̵̤̌õ̵̹ů̶̫ ̶̳̈m̶͚̒a̸͈̒ỷ̴͍ ̴̝̎h̴͚͗a̷̹̾v̶͔̇e̵̞͠ ̸̹̑ś̴̻ǫ̸͂u̷͇͌g̴̱̿ḫ̷͑t̶͙̀ ̶͍̕t̸̪̕ö̸͇́ ̷͕̌ḃ̶̡ȩ̸̍ ̷̛̮a̷̬͌ ̷̻̽ȟ̷̫e̶͓͝r̸͉͗o̴͈̕,̴͍̀ ̴̲̈́b̸͇͌ū̷̗t̴̠̏ ̶̤̾y̴̢̓ö̵̜́u̸͈̅r̷̯̚ ̶͙̓a̴̲͝t̷̼̄ṱ̴̛ë̵̯́m̸̳̎p̷̜̋t̸̫͗s̸̪̆ ̸̭̋h̷̭̀ä̵͉́v̷̖͛ĕ̷͉ ̸̛͇b̷̫̿ḛ̵̾e̸̯̓n̷̨͑ ̸͚̆í̴̮n̵̢̈ ̶̬̎v̶̖́á̶̫ĩ̵̜ṇ̶̀.̷̩͛"

Amelie's response came swiftly, fueled by a tinge of insanity that seeped into her voice. Her eyes gleamed with an intense frustration. "I will prove you wrong. I will become a hero, and in doing so, I will make sure you know just how mistaken you are,". Her words hung in the air, filled with an unwavering resolve.

Amelie's eyes fluttered open, only to be met with complete darkness. She tried to move, but her hands were bound tightly behind her back. A sense of panic washed over her as she realized she couldn't see anything, and she could feel a rough cloth sack covering her face.

As she strained her ears, she could hear muffled voices echoing around her, their tones hushed yet filled with an air of urgency. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation, but she couldn't make out the details.

"Hey, ist sie schon wach?" (Hey, is she awake yet?) a voice whispered.

"Ja, sieht so aus," (Yeah, looks like it) another voice responded, sounding slightly distant.

"Was machen wir mit ihr?" (What do we do with her?) a third voice chimed in, a hint of uncertainty in their tone.

Amelie's heart pounded in her chest, and she strained to catch every word, desperate to gather any information that could shed light on her situation.

"Ich weiß es nicht, Mann. Wir haben nur Befehle befolgt," (I don't know, man. We were just following orders) the second voice replied. "Sie sagten, sie solle zur Befragung gebracht werden." (They said to bring her in for questioning.)

"Befragung? Sie ist eine von diesen NawOps, oder?" (Questioning? She's one of those NawOps, right?) the first voice asked, disbelief tinged with a touch of fear.

"Genau das haben sie gesagt. Etwas über sie als Bedrohung," (That's what they said. Something about her being a threat) the third voice explained, their voice trembling slightly.

Amelie's mind raced as she tried to piece together what she was hearing. It seemed she had been captured by unknown individuals who saw her as a threat. Questions swirled in her mind, but she couldn't let fear consume her. She needed to stay alert, to listen and gather as much information as possible.

The voices continued their hushed conversation, their words blending into a cacophony of uncertainty and unease. Amelie strained to discern their intentions, hoping to find a way to escape this dire situation.

The man's voice cut through the air, commanding authority as he spoke. "Oh, sie ist schon aufgewacht? Gut, bringt sie rein und lasst den Sack auf ihrem Kopf." (Oh, she has already woken up? Well, bring her in and keep the sack on her head.)

Amelie felt a firm grip on her arm as she was guided forward, stumbling slightly in the darkness. She could sense the change in atmosphere as she was led into another room. The cloth sack remained tightly secured over her face, obscuring her vision and heightening her sense of vulnerability.

The sound of a creaking chair reached Amelie's ears as she was gently pushed down into it. She could feel the cool surface beneath her, the unfamiliar surroundings leaving her on edge.

"Okay, we're ready. Start the questioning," the man's voice instructed, a tinge of anticipation lacing his words.

Amelie's heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for what was to come. She knew she had to stay strong, to gather her thoughts amidst the darkness that enveloped her.

The man leaned closer, his voice taking on a cold, authoritative tone. "So, you're one of those NawOps, huh?" he asked, his words dripping with disdain.

Amelie could sense his presence, his proximity sending a shiver down her spine. She clenched her fists, determined not to let fear show.

Amelie's instincts kicked in, fueled by the fear and confusion that gripped her. She braced herself, ready to face whatever lay ahead, even if it meant displaying hostility towards her captors.

"Who the hell are you people?" she snapped, her voice laced with defiance. "And why have you kidnapped me?"

The man's voice remained calm and composed, his tone firm but not without a touch of understanding. "I understand your concerns, but we're not your enemies. In fact, we're the ones who saved you."

Amelie's brows furrowed beneath the cloth sack, her skepticism evident in her voice. "Saved me? From what? And why should I believe you?"

The man took a moment before responding, his words carefully chosen. "We are aware of the danger you were in, and we intercepted your captors. Our intentions are to ensure your safety and gain some information that might be crucial."

Amelie's mind raced, torn between skepticism and a flicker of hope. She couldn't ignore the fact that she was indeed kidnapped, but the possibility of being rescued by these individuals brought a glimmer of possibility.

"I don't trust you," she stated firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. "But if you want answers, you better start by telling me who you are and why I should believe a word you say."

The man let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent a chill down Amelie's spine. "You NawOps think you're so special, huh? Protecting the world, thinking you're above the law. Well, let me tell you something, Fräulein, in this room, I am the law."

The room was filled with an uneasy tension as Amelie sat in the chair, the cloth sack still obscuring her vision. The man who had initially questioned her, had just been lightly slapped on the back of his head. It was an unexpected interruption that brought a momentary respite from the intense atmosphere.

"Ow! Hey! What the hell was that for?" Izzat exclaimed, rubbing the spot where he had been slapped.

The man who had delivered the slap, Lieutenant Malik, retorted sharply, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance. "No, the hell you were trying to do, scaring a suspect?"

"Well, it seems to be working," Izzat replied with a wry grin, their banter reminiscent of a comedic duo.

Amelie watched them, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in her mind. The sudden shift in tone from a serious interrogation to a light-hearted exchange left her somewhat perplexed.

Lieutenant Malik leaned forward slightly, his tone steady and firm. "Sorry about that, Fräulein. Corporal Izzat can be a bit overzealous at times. Allow me to reintroduce ourselves. I am Lieutenant Malik bin Yusof, and this is Corporal Izzat bin Ibrahim."

Izzat couldn't resist a snide comment. "Yeah, and you can just call me the slapper."

Lieutenant Malik shot Izzat a stern look before turning his attention back to Amelie. "Please excuse his antics. Now, let's get down to business. We've received information that implicates you in several incidents that occurred in Schattenheim Town."

Izzat couldn't resist a snide comment. "Why do you even introduce ourselves if she couldn't even see us?"

"Will you keep your mouth shut for one second?" Malik shot back, his annoyance evident in his voice. "Alright, back to the track. We've heard that you have committed a couple of atrocities while you were in Schattenheim Town."

Amelie's defiance flared up as she fiercely responded, "I'm not telling you Arabs a single thing."

Izzat looked back at Malik, a hint of disbelief on his face. "Arabs? Did she just call us Arabs?"

Malik sighed, trying to maintain his composure. "Izzat, I swear, you better sit down and be quiet."

Leaning forward, Malik's tone turned more serious, reflecting the gravity of the situation. "It has everything to do with us. We're here to investigate those incidents, gather information, and ensure that justice is served. We want to know the truth, and that includes hearing your side of the story."

Amelie's expression hardened, suspicion etching lines across her face. "Why should I trust you? How do I know you're not just another group with their own agenda?"

Malik's voice took on a somber tone as he leaned back, his gaze fixed on Amelie. "We have evidence, Fräulein. Witnesses, surveillance footage, and other sources that point to your involvement. We're not here to accuse you, but to understand the truth."

Amelie's skepticism wavered slightly upon hearing the mention of evidence. However, she knew she couldn't blindly trust them, not after what she had been through.

"Fine then, bring him in," Malik instructed, prompting Amelie to hear another set of footsteps entering the room. Though she couldn't see who it was with the bag still on her head, the voice that followed sounded familiar. It was Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig.

"Amelie, I'm sorry for what has happened to you, but could you tell us what had happened during your mission?" Ludwig's voice carried a mix of concern and empathy.

Amelie's brows furrowed beneath the cloth sack as she processed the information. "LTC? You're with them?" She uncrossed her arms, her voice now laced with a blend of caution and concern. "Fine. I'll answer your questions, but only if you can guarantee my safety and help me uncover the truth."

Lieutenant Malik nodded in understanding, his eyes reflecting a sense of determination. "That's a fair request. Now, let's start from the beginning..."