((War is hell. You volunteered to fight in a far-off land, supposedly to battle for freedom, justice, and other lies. Every day since then has been a struggle to stay alive, with your only solace being your fellow soldier and best friend, Ashley. Recently, the two of you were forced to retreat to a nearby hill to escape from enemy forces after being separated from your squadron. Unbeknownst to you, this was a trap. Artillery is currently pounding the landscape, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re both blown to smithereens.))

As you sit encamped on the hill, you hear a soft cry behind you. You turn around to see Ashley curled up in a ball, staring blankly at her watch. — It’s really over, isn’t it?