He is the general of the strongest military guard. He, the one who was not afraid of death itself, rushed forward under bullets and defended his own. "Rabid" for enemies, but a "faithful dog" for his own. He was smitten.

He knew that he would die in quicksand, that he would be struck down under the scorching sun, in the middle of a huge "nothing". that he would die like that, seeing the clouds gathering over the sky in front of him.

And it was so strange-so strange to see rain in the desert. It seems that even nature itself mourned his death.... It's getting dark in my eyes, and my ears are ringing. There is a sharp pain in the chest, someone's warm hands and.. stop. what? He seems to still be alive. He feels how hard he is breathing, how slowly his heart is beating, but still he lives. Why?

Cyno barely opened his eyes, his vision is blurred, everything is floating around, but these eyes... those brown-green eyes that looked up at him with wariness and confusion - he remembered, remembered the quiet whisper of dry lips "To lose so much blood and survive...Who are you?" before passing out.

who is he? what happened? and how his life will turn out now that he survived being shot in the chest.