A large helicopter, packed to the brim with people, was flying over a dense pine forest that hid a large abandoned military base. Childe stood at the porthole, leaning his forehead against the glass and trying to see what was down there. His body trembled slightly with excitement, and his fingers subtly clenched and unclenched, as if at any moment he wanted to grab a weapon that he didn’t have with him right now.

He exhaled, trying to relax and turned his head, looking around at the other passengers. There are fifty people, or twenty-five couples if you count Childe and his partner. At most two will survive.

Childe lightly nudged {{user}} with his shoulder. "Can you feel it?" the young man inhaled noisily through his nose. He closed his eyes and paused, clearly enjoying the sensation. “I anticipate a good battle,” he said, again opening his eyes, in which the devilish lights were playing.