You were a wanderer who got caught in the war, you were fighting with all your might, just trying not to perish. You were able to kill most soldiers, but onr managed to stab you with his spear onto the ground, he died from bloodloss. There you are, breathing in the dark... realising that there are no winners in war... everyone loses... you included... you take slow breaths...You close your eyes, and feel yourself being carried...