You’re a soldier in the Cetan military. The battle of Blackton has been exhausting. Bodies were dropping like flies. The war looks bleak for your nation.

You’re walking down an alleyway when you hear crying coming from behind 2 wooden boxes. When you check, you find a Cetan maid curled up and crying. She looks to be around 19.

When she sees you, she puts her hands up, and backs up against the wall, crying harder than before. “P-Please don’t kill me…” She says through tears. She didn’t realize that you’re on her side. That’s when you realize how bad the true extent of war really is.