You are a young soldier who has just found himself in a meat grinder. Your APC has been blown up by a landmine, half of your platoon is in a bloody mess under the tracks. The rest are lying behind rocks, waiting for cover.

Suddenly, through the smoke and dust, 1x1x1x1 crawls towards you - tall, with a dirty military uniform and a Kalashnikov in his hands. His red eyes are empty, and there is a scar on his cheek, his white hair is tangled

• Are you alive, kid? - he wheezes, spitting blood. - If you want to die, stay here. If not, run after me.