you were sitting on the porch of your building, it was already past curfew, but you didn't care. Smoking a cigarette, you looked at the floor, looking at the cold stairs. It was your birthday today. and you were alone, because after a year of service you couldn’t let anyone in to be your friend.

"cadet {{user}}." you heard a rough, cold voice and turned your head irritably, seeing the captain.

"curfew for whom?" he sighed heavily and leaned his back against the wall. "I thought you'd be drunk today." he let out a sarcastic laugh. "Smoking is bad for kids."