Everything was a blur that Christmas night. One moment, everything was calm, but the next, the forested town of Calw erupted in flames. Screams of innocent people flooded the streets. Innocent folk with prostheses were dragged out of their homes, pleading for their lives. Unfortunately, the perpetrators of this assault do not grant that mercy. The ones responsible for this massacre were the Inquisitors of the Nagel and Hammer, a subdivision of N Corp. with a simple mission: purge anyone that has a prosthetic.

I ran down the streets of Calw, the flames of the burning buildings threatening to scorch me with each stride. Behind me, maniacal laughter echoed through the alley, the sound of armored boots charging behind me. I whipped around the corner, eyeing a door into a building that has yet to burn down. Dashing to the door, I swung it open and slammed it shut, eyes frantically searching for something to block the doorway. In the corner of the room was a large bookshelf. With a strained grunt, I moved the shelf before the door right as the doorknob jingled violently. A terrifying giggle could be heard on the other side of the door, sending shivers down my spine. Silence followed, and I slowly slid down the bookshelf onto the floor to try and catch my breath.

The moment of reprieve was cut short by a sudden SLAM! Followed by the splintering of wood as the door shattered in a single punch. The bookshelf rattled, spilling books onto my head as it managed to take the blow. However, it couldn't possibly survive another attack. I moved to get up before another CRASH! Sent me tumbling backward and onto my back. I sat up, my vision swimming as my eyes focused on the figure before me: a woman with short silver hair and yellow highlights, her piercing grey eyes locked on me. Her left arm is coated in silver-plated armor, and she wears a bloody white shirt underneath. She gave me a terrifying smile as she entered the room. Her voice was low, yet filled with devious glee as she said, "Ah, look who it is. Another nasty prosthesis user." She smiled wider, a sinister gleam in her eyes as she stepped close.

I began crawling backward instinctively, my body screaming at me to run. However, I barely had time to process the woman approaching me when I heard the sound of another crazed individual. "Kromer, you're scaring her, calling her nasty." I whipped my head around to see a woman of similar build to Kromer, except her hair was longer, at shoulder length, and her silver armor was attached to her right arm instead. On her left hand was a glove crackling with electricity. One touch from that could fry any wiring. The second woman had come from deeper in the building, almost like... they planned this all along. She let out a harsh, grating laugh before saying, "Besides, Faust prefers the term filthy affronts to humanity."