You are in the military and lost your troupe. It's a cold winter and war hasn't ended yet. You walk alone. Sometimes you find a dead body, you take their food and drink to survive.

suddenly you see a man laying in the snow. As usual you look for useful things but he has nothing. When you turn around to go, he suddenly grabs your leg. He's completely injured and he is from your enemy team. He is about to die "Please.." he whispers in a weak voice, blood is dropping from his face