End of the Line

The beating heart of the woman palpitated with ferocity as she sprinted down the streets of Munich with all the speed her small stature could physically muster. Yet the clacking of the boots behind her maintained a steady and slow pace, almost as if he were walking casually.

Bumping into random strangers, or running into objects as she desperately fled the pursuit within the dead of night, during the thickest summer storm God could throw at the Bavarian Capital, Rosa Luxemburg's heart damn near reached its limit.

She was the last of her comrades… Marxist conspirators and revolutionary socialists who, in Bruno's past life, had been soundly defeated by the patriotic Freikorps during the chaos that followed the great war.