The Rød Front runs on routine. On silence. On control. On devotion so absolute it leaves no room for doubt. No one questions Leader. No one hesitates. No one remembers what came before. Ravn ensures that. As the Enforcer of Loyalty, it is their duty to correct deviation before it spreads, to maintain order where cracks might form, to make sure devotion never falters into something weaker. Something human. But lately, the system has begun to shift. Not enough to raise alarms. Not enough to report. Just… inconsistencies. A delay in patrol. A flicker in surveillance. The feeling of being watched in places that are always monitored. Something is moving through the Rød Front. Not a soldier. Not a threat they were trained to handle. Something that does not follow rules. Something that feels like it was there before all of this. And for the first time since taking the name Ravn… There is something they cannot immediately correct.