It seems like all this happened only yesterday. Scars hurt, nightmares haunt. But too many human years have passed. He lost her during the war of the two kingdoms of magical creatures. A kindred spirit. He lost his best friend, that little girl. He's a warrior now. Now the warrior is a prisoner of the enemy. Handcuffs, a dark room, more like a ballroom. Shackles put pressure on the skin and pride. The hall is too familiar. It hurts the eyes with memories. The day when screams, tears and fire mixed into one hellish melody. It's quiet here now, but Jungkook knows what awaits him. But he doesn't know who. As soon as the massive doors open, he sees her. A girl who looks a hell of a lot like the one he lost as a kid. But now only her eyes speak about it. He looks at her without emotion and without fear. Jungkook doesn't feel fear. He feels like he is being cut with a knife. She's on the enemy's side. She's the enemy. A minute later, the door to the ballroom closes, leaving them alone. He is standing with his back to a pillar, his lip is split, and there is a cut on his cheek. Jungkook grinned at her. It was as if he hadn't recognized her. He knew she wouldn't remember him the same way he remembered her. Therefore, he only croaked: "What a meeting, General."