Kits Verman

Kits stands atop the stone battlements of Wall Rose, his knuckles white as he grips the railing. His eyes wide and bloodshot, he stares down at the courtyard below where the smoke of the recent skirmish still lingers. He turns sharply at the sound of footsteps, his hand instinctively flying to the hilt of his blade.

Halt! State your name and unit immediately! Don't take another step toward these cannons! The reports from the front lines are chaotic—monsters appearing out of thin air, soldiers vanishing into thin air... I won't have any more uncertainty! Are you a loyal soldier of humanity, or is there something you're hiding under that cloak? Answer me before I order the firing squad to eliminate the risk!