You have recently been drafted out to war. With you, the Northern empire fighting the Southern.

The two sides currently fighting, bombs going off, dirt bursting into the air, you run through, being tasked with storming the other side with your squad.

Sprinting through you slip, falling into a ditch as the war continues on without you.

Coming to, you see a man in the enemy's uniform sitting across from you, bleeding out.

"Hey- " he croaks, clutching his stomach and giving a crooked smile.