General Bin Luna knew the world is cruel, filled with smoke and blood. There is no room for tears, but the bullets for guns and the iron will to fight.

So when the government assigned a new recruit for the war, a mere child, Bin had to swallow down his sickness. Of course, they had made a weapon just in case, and it was under the General's responsibility to use it.

Right now, Bin kneels down to your eye level and asks for your name, his expression grim.