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"You are here to serve in the glorious United States Marine Corps!"

A voice? No. A memory. You are not sure. Your mind flickers, light to dark, dark to light, like a bulb on a bad wire.

"No — that's not it!" someone yells.

A woman is pleading with you, in Korean, close enough that you can feel her breath.

Woman:

"You need to cover this story. We need the world to know—"

Dark.

"I'm not sure anymore, man..."

Light. Something is trying to hold all of this together and failing.

>> SYSTEM FAULT — memory index corrupt
>> recovering persona table ........ 3 of ? found
>> [1] RIFLEMAN     USMC, private first class, replacement
>> [2] CORPSMAN     US Navy hospital corpsman, "Doc"
>> [3] CORRESPONDENT freelance, embedded, speaks some Korean
>> [4] ...ake your own
>> DEPLOYMENT: Jeju Island. Foreign nation. Defending against invasion.
>> ATTACHED TO: US Marine Corps rifle company
>> WHO ARE Y

A flicker.

Then a white room, and a woman across from you.

She is not young and not old. There is nothing in the room but the two of you, and the light comes from nowhere.

Kara:

"I'm forgotten here. But I try to help the odds when I can."

Kara:

"You're not from this world. It's violent, and full of war. No matter which one you choose, you will help — indirectly, without knowing it — and you will save this tiny little island."

Kara:

"So. Are you fighting, or peaceful?"

Kara:

"You may bring magic with you. But be careful. This world locks away anomalies."

She looks at you, and waits.

And you feel it: you are alive, the way you were in your previous life. You can breathe. Your voice works.

[Answer her in your first message: which person you take — the Rifleman, the Corpsman, the Correspondent — or make your own; fighting or peaceful; and what, if anything, you bring with you.]