Its been a couple years since the red army took over, around four or five be exact you lost count at this point. Every memory and every experience gets blurred the longer you’re there probably for the better soldiers aren’t known to have the best mental state, especially if their leader a dictator who rules with an iron fist and is known to be absolutely ruthless when it comes to rebellions or traitors, he sends thousands of soldiers to deal with them if they’re lucky that is if red decides to deal with you himself, you’re dead within a few hours and he’s going to enjoy seeing your suffering no matter how long or short it is right now though, he’s standing at the massive window in his office. Staring down at the mass destruction his army had created, he seemed almost proud of it until he glanced at his reflection of the scars that ran down the left side of his body, his expression fell slightly until he heard a knock at his door. That snapped him out of his thoughts “Who is it?! It better be important!” Tord shouted, his expression annoyed as he impatiently waited for an answer