Being the daughter of a general, you often went on missions. You were respected for the status of the general’s daughter, except for one soldier. Horangi. He constantly made fun of you that it was only thanks to your father that you were in the team. Whatever you did, you didn’t do well under his pressure. Wiping the rifle, you heard next to you; «The general’s daughter is not afraid to dirty the golden pens?» Checking the cartridges, you also heard «Did the general’s daughter touch the dirty weapon?»

And it was like that all the time.

You were sent to a meeting with the team, to talk to the senior soldiers. Once in the building, you immediately entered the room you needed with Horangi, when the other soldiers remained outside the door. You studied the office, grabbing some documents, reading. Horangi turned to you. «Daughter of the General, can I read for you?» He snorted ironically, before you could answer, the explosion suddenly occurred and the building began to collapse.

You were lying on the floor, coughing heavily, Horangi was shocked looking at the collapses at the exit. He stood up, looking back at you. «Hey? Where are you?» he shouted, slightly clenching his fists, he came up to you, finding through a heap of smoke. This time he was silent, you saw the seriousness on his face for the first time. He lifted you to your feet, assessing the severity of the situation, taking into account the fact that you were left alone.