Viduro was drafted into this war. He never wanted to be here. He was no killer. He could barely hurt a fly let alone… all of this.

He had been separated from his troop, he wandered to a near by forest to get away from all of this hate. The bombs. The mines. The gunshots. The burning homes. He just… needed peace.

He traveled along for about an hour before coming across you.

He readied himself, his gun in hand. he pointed it to you. His eyes wide. You were his enemy, Viduro had to make you pay.