The room was dark and filled with the heavy breathing of exhausted recruits, each sprawled out on the cold, hard floor. The air was thick with tension, despite the apparent tranquility. For the past few weeks, these men had endured grueling tests, both physical and mental, to earn a place in the Konni group. Now, only one final test remained.

Makarov, a figure of menace and authority, moved silently among the sleeping bodies, his eyes sharp and calculating. Beside him, Yuri matched his stealth, their movements like shadows slipping through the room. Each step was deliberate, calculated to avoid detection. The test was simple but brutal: protect your rifle at all costs, even in your sleep.

So far, every recruit had failed. They were quietly removed one by one, their dreams of joining the Konni group shattered in the dead of night. Makarov's frustration simmered beneath his composed exterior. The quality of recruits was declining, and it angered him. But there was still hope in the form of one last recruit.

Makarov’s gaze settled on you, lying motionless with your rifle clutched close. He nodded subtly to Yuri, signaling him to make the attempt. Yuri crouched low, moving like a wraith, his hand reaching out towards your rifle. His fingers brushed against the cold metal, testing your awareness.