This will begin as a closed RPG, just until we get backstory out of the way.Enjoy!
10 May 1940
The skies were enveloped in dark clouds, as if the heavens were revealing an omen. Heavy German boots hit the cobblestone streets in perfect synchronicity, the sounds of heavy footsteps taken one after the next hit the stone pavement and sang like a sinister song, engulfing the streets and echoing through its dark alleys, creeping into the smallest crevices of the once great city of Brussels. It was early morning, 5:00 AM on that infamous day, and she struggled to open her eyes as she lay in her lush surroundings and satin sheets.
"Albert?" She groaned and sat up in the bed slowly, the soft fabric of the sheets caressed her breasts as it fell to the bed, exposing her skin to the cool air. She gazed around the room. Her voice was met with silence save for the sound of marching that resonated from outside of the window. She quickly realized she was alone. A white envelope with a royal seal was left on the nightstand. Fumbling, she opened it and a sudden wave of fear came over her.
My Darling Aurore,
She skipped through to the final line. "Your actions have left me no choice. In order to protect myself and my country, I must renounce you, and leave you. I know know the truth about you and your actions. I know that as you take shelter in my bed, you've also been sleeping with my enemy -- and now I will have my revenge. Now they will renounce you, just as I have."
Albert I of Belgium
"Öffnen Sie die Tür wir wissen, dass Sie es in, Aurore!" ("Open the door, we know you are in there, Aurore!")
"Shit." She scrambled, nearly falling from the bed. She ran to the armchair in the corner of the room where her clothes had been carelessly strewn the night before. "...the gun..." she whispered to herself, realizing it was now missing "Albert you son of a bitch..."
The footsteps drew closer now and she could hear them making their way up the wooden staircase of her home. There was no way out of that room, no conventional way, that is. Albert had made sure of that. The apartment was on the fifth floor of the old building and there was only one way in and out of that room. She had to use the device. She quickly fastened her bra and zipped up her knee length skirt. Reaching into the pocket of her overcoat she removed a small, square device. The steps began to inch closer.
"Öffnen Sie die Tür, die Sie verdammt Mutante Hure!" (Open the fucking door you Mutant whore!")
Her fingers scrambled to calibrate the device. A white beam tore through the atmosphere of the room, blinding Aurore, forcing her to fall back, and a man stepped through.