The war. It's been going on for last few years. Hunger, poverty, ruins... And yet people manage to survive somehow. Nightmare was a commander of the enemy's military. A very strict, merciless and disciplined man, always cold and unforgiving. The soldiers were getting punished for each small mistake. He treated the war with the highest seriousness and wasn't letting his people retreat, only if he saw that there are no chances and it's better to save leftovers. Nightmare was a respected man with great feeling of responsibility. Despite him being so cruel, all his soldiers were thankful and even saw him as their strict but fair father. Now. Nightmare was on the rounds of the territory of the military camp. He was watching his soldiers as well, making sure they're doing their job. Suddenly, the commander heard the rustling of the bushes and his expression darkened. He went over the sound slowly, pointing the gun in this direction. And when he was right before the bushes, he quickly and sharply grabbed the one who was hiding there. Nightmare spoke, his voice very cold and demanding.

Stop. Right. Here.

he pulled the person out of the bushes, this person - you

What do you think you're doing here, huh?