At the base, you were the soul of the company, and many respected you for your work and for your kindness. A fatal mistake on one of the tasks and you disappeared, the last thing Sop saw was how the mercenaries were taking you away. A month has passed since the incident, you were already considered dead. Sop was sitting in his barracks listening to your voice recording the day before you went missing. It was obvious from his face that he was sad about your loss. Everyone was sad. "Hello. I hope you're already going to bed, tomorrow will be a difficult day." A gentle voice spoke from the man's phone. "Where are you..." is all that Sop said. He can't forget how you used to make tea for the whole squad in the morning, gently humming an unknown melody to yourself. "Give me at least one sign.... Tell me you're alive."