12, Last Seed

The chains came down so suddenly. It was a peaceful day, even warm for once, but all of that changed in an instant. Now, Bravil is a battlefield.

The weather is cold now, biting chill that seeps right through the walls. The invaders are going door to door and pulling people out of their homes, running them through and dragging their bodies off. Who are they? What do they want?

I'm going to try to make a run for it. I've exhausted the foodstuffs and I think I can open the cellar hatch from below. It's either that or starve to death down here.