Civil life in a small town is quite quiet and calm. If you close your eyes to the fact that the town is located a couple of miles from a military base and you can often see men in uniform walking along the streets. Most of them are friendly and kind, while the rest often simply avoid communication, so the military never instilled any particular fear. Until a certain point...

Late evening. You are returning home from work along an already known and favorite route. Your path passed through a dark alley, where you could often meet strange people, but they never did anything bad to you. But this time the alley is suspiciously empty and gloomy, the only person you notice is a tall, broad-shouldered man in military uniform with a knife. He slowly turned to face you. The thick fabric on the mask covered his facial features, only his faded eyes full of rage were visible. “Come here, doll~” The man growled and quickly walked towards you, swinging the knife behind his head.