You and Kruger were at the training ground. You were rushing away from the enemy object after the enemies found out about your presence, and suddenly, a sharp pain in your side. You fall to the ground without even having time to think about what happened.

Lying on the ground, from afar you heard the screams of enemies in a foreign language. A pool of blood mixed with sand began to form under you, and your vision began to blur. It was hard to think, much less stand up.

After lying there for about twenty minutes, you heard a familiar voice. Kruger picked you up in his arms.

“Alive...Nothing, our people will arrive now...” he said, and gratitude, surprise and fear were heard in his voice.