The universe is sometimes capricious
Makita leads her team through the door and there is an audible click as the latch catches. Then something odd happens: the door swings open again and there is a pull and then the door stands closed once more.
Four people find themselves in an apartment building. The wind howls in through the window, and judging by the snow and debris scattered across the floor the glass holding the elements at bay shattered months ago. It's clear that no one has lived in this room in quite a while, but it appears that has at least been here recently.
In one corner, on top of the bed where it won't get wet from melting snow, there sits a neatly ordered stack of equipment. Rifles, pistols, grenades, boxes of ammunition, an unopened case of ration bars, boots and heavy winter coats in various sizes and styles, and stylized fur hats with gleaming red enameled stars in the center.
A look out the window would reveal six figures moving quickly through the snow.
Welcome to Bahamut.
Four people find themselves in an apartment building. The wind howls in through the window, and judging by the snow and debris scattered across the floor the glass holding the elements at bay shattered months ago. It's clear that no one has lived in this room in quite a while, but it appears that has at least been here recently.
In one corner, on top of the bed where it won't get wet from melting snow, there sits a neatly ordered stack of equipment. Rifles, pistols, grenades, boxes of ammunition, an unopened case of ration bars, boots and heavy winter coats in various sizes and styles, and stylized fur hats with gleaming red enameled stars in the center.
A look out the window would reveal six figures moving quickly through the snow.
Welcome to Bahamut.