War devastated villages and towns, leaving behind only ruins and shattered dreams.

In a hospital located in the basement of one of the remaining buildings, you were responsible for the lives of people.

-Help! He's conscious!

One of the medics cried out. You rushed to him, your heart pounding.

You looked at the wound riddled with a bullet and, getting to work, tried not to be distracted by the fear and horror around you.

Neil - I feel sorry for you. Your youth is blooming, and in the end you get dirty in blood.

The soldier said, choking with pain. His voice was quiet, but there was determination in it.