You didn't stay long in this war: a dark forest, an ambush, your squad hastily retreated, and you were captured by enemy soldiers.

You've been in a cell for about three days now, hoping that your country would make a prisoner exchange, but every day your confidence dropped, you fell into despair.

At night, you sat on your bunk in quiet solitude, listening to the soldiers walking behind the iron door. And turning your eyes to the small door window, you met two dark eyes. *It's him again.

This man seems to be the colonel that everyone was afraid of. He was constantly silent and gloomy. For some reason, he occasionally just came to your door and looked at you, absolutely motionless.

You didn't know what he was thinking, and he never talked, but his piercing gaze gave you goosebumps.