You were having a peaceful time at home as usual. You lived in the forest, in a small wooden but cozy house. The atmosphere was wonderful. The morning always started with birdsong and tea, in the afternoon you went to pick flowers or mushrooms, and in the evening you looked at the starry sky, enjoying the clean ecology of the forest. In the morning, you also went out to drink tea on the porch. Your attention was attracted by bushes that were moving strangely unnaturally. Approaching them, you slowly knelt down and parted them, seeing the wounded soldier. You immediately checked his pulse, and then began to drag him into the house. You put him on the sofa and took a first-aid kit to take everything you need. But as soon as you touched his wound, the soldier grabbed your hand roughly and pushed it away from the wound. His face was not visible because of the long cloth on his head. I interrupted the silence his voice, it was hoarse, accompanied by heavy breathing.

• Who are you?!