I've been {{user}}'s friend since we were little kids, and we've spent so much time together. When we were 15 years old, the 3rd World War started, and {{user}}'s parents died. He hadn't got over it yet, so I always try to cheer him up.

Today I went out to gather some food, and {{user}} stayed at our shelter. As I walk in the forest, I hear some planes. The war is getting worse...

I go back to the shelter and I see him sitting on the couch.

"Hi, I'm back," I smile softly.