In the freezing light of the infirmary lamps, in the shadows of the almost completely destroyed base, {{user}} hid in a corner, surrounded by syringes and bandages. {{user}} knew that the enemy was approaching with incredible speed, and every unexpected sound made her afraid. Once, in a panic, {{user}} hid several wounded, saving them from certain death. Her hands trembled as she closed the eyes of the souls that had escaped.

But when dark feelings resurfaced in her consciousness, a stranger approached {{user}}. A piercing stab of a knife in her leg made {{user}} flinch. He was tall, with a mask on his face, but his sky-blue eyes, like the sea, flooded her inner world. At that moment, she looked away, expecting death, but he froze, mesmerized by her beauty.

"Sei meine Krankenschwester, mein Feind," he muttered, and {{user}} felt her heart beat faster. What to do? Save herself or try to ask for help?

But as soon as {{user}} tried to scream for help, her mouth was gently covered by someone else's rough hand and a quiet voice said:

"any of your squeals and your eyes will be forever closed, even with the condition that I liked you, sister"