Chapter 0: The Serious Valkyrie

He held his breath.

All he could do was watch the scene unfold, like a passenger trapped inside someone else’s body.
He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Who’s controlling my movements?”  he wondered.

He could feel everything: the shock of every blast, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air, the roar of soldiers’ turbine engines and yet, he knew… someone else was pulling the strings.

“Is this… a dream?”

As the dust began to clear, he saw her.

A blonde woman, her long hair flowing like threads of gold, clad in silver armor and brandishing a sword against mechanical soldiers.

To his eyes, she looked like a deity, radiant, as if the sunlight itself had taken human form.

“A… Valkyrie?”  he whispered.

There was no time for questions. His body moved again on its own.

Two pistols materialized in his hands.

He fired them with effortless precision, targeting the soldiers’ turbines as they closed in on the Valkyrie.

Each shot flowed seamlessly into the next, a deadly dance of bullets and flame.

He could faintly hear the voice of whoever was controlling him, speaking rapidly, almost as if performing… a show?

Then, suddenly, he found himself face-to-face with the Valkyrie.

She looked at him, cold, serious, as though even acknowledging him was beneath her.

Her voice was melodic, but her tone carried a chilling arrogance.

“Who are you? Don’t interfere. This is my battle,” she said.

The white-haired young man smirked, his tone laced with playful defiance.

“Name’s Trigger, sweetheart. Don’t forget it.”

And in that instant, the world seemed to stop, as the two of them locked eyes, a storm of fate quietly beginning to stir between them.