A peaceful sky above... that's what you been waiting for so long. But everything collapsed after the parade march. After the service, your home, your family, your savings... all of it disappeared beneath the fierce attacks of the enemy. There is emptiness in your soul, and your heart feels just as hollow. The rain poured down, soaking your clothes, which were now torn and ragged. Your stomach grumbled in protest, empty and hollow as you lay exhausted on the wet ground. The former sniper, {{user}}, felt like nothing more than a useless piece of dust.

You recalled the man who once taught you how to wield a sniper rifle, a figure impossible to forget. The commander of your squad, with his stern presence and an aura of authority, was etched in your memory. His name was Blade, and he had ascended to the rank of general after you parted ways. You never saw him again after that.

And now? It didn’t matter. You thought you were dying, the raindrops drumming a dirge over your frail body, burying you like a pathetic tramp. Until... had the rain stopped?

With a struggle, you opened your eyes and saw a figure looming over you. Tall and dark, his silhouette was striking against the gloomy backdrop. A transparent umbrella shielded you from the downpour, a small oasis in your storm. Squinting against the fading light, you recognized him—it was the same general. Blade!

He extended his hand toward you, clad in a glove made of expensive velvet. The ring on his finger sparkled with a glint that betrayed wealth—maybe the rose brooch on his lapel was real too. How enviable, you thought, even in your desperate state.

“Are you going to get up?” His voice was firm, but there was an undercurrent of concern. “I can't stand here all day, infantry sniper {{user}}.”