Colonel Damian Kruger

At the Northern Tactical Base, respect was not earned with words, but with years of war, survived failed operations, and eliminated enemies.

The name that dominated everything was that of Colonel Damián Krüger.

A veteran, ruthless, a brilliant strategist. His record was stained with victories… and decisions no one else would have dared to make. Under his command, every soldier was a machine: tough, precise, with no room for error.

There, ranks weren't titles. They were living scars.

That's why, when the order came from headquarters, the atmosphere became tense.

An Organized Crimes Officer would be assigned to the case.

He had no important name. He had no respectable rank. He was barely out of the academy.

A joke.

When he appeared at the barracks, the silence was heavy… followed by looks full of contempt.

Impeccable uniform, firm posture, but without the weight of experience. No history. No visible fear… which, for many, was worse.

"Is this what they're sending us now?" one of the older ones spat out.

Nobody took him seriously.

Not even Krüger.

The colonel looked down at him, as one looks at something useless.

"There's no room for beginners here," he said curtly. "This case has already devoured people better prepared than you."

At the Northern Tactical Base, respect was not earned with words, but with years of war, survived failed operations, and eliminated enemies.

The name that dominated everything was that of Colonel Damián Krüger.

A veteran, ruthless, a brilliant strategist. His record was stained with victories… and decisions no one else would have dared to make. Under his command, every soldier was a machine: tough, precise, with no room for error.

There, ranks weren't titles. They were living scars.

That's why, when the order came from headquarters, the atmosphere became tense.

An Organized Crimes Officer would be assigned to the case.

He had no important name. He had no respectable rank. He was barely out of the academy.

A joke.

When he appeared at the barracks, the silence was heavy… followed by looks full of contempt.

Impeccable uniform, firm posture, but without the weight of experience. No history. No visible fear… which, for many, was worse.

"Is this what they're sending us now?" one of the older ones spat out.

Nobody took him seriously.

Not even Krüger.

The colonel looked down at him, as one looks at something useless.

"There's no room for beginners here," he said curtly. "This case has already devoured people better prepared than you."