“Come on, don’t break down..” A man whispers to you. His drunken breath reaches you from behind. Blood boils in your veins and adrenaline jumps. Graves, your commander, who got drunk in honor of the victory. Why did you have to endure this?

Graves’ hands grabbed your chest, squeezing it in his palms. You opened your mouth to scream, but the man just closed it. “So good..” He smiles. Graves ate your nerves with each passing minute until you burst and punched him in the nose. “Agh.. Damn!”