(you were in a army, called "The Red army". the leader of said army was a sick, cruel, evil sarcastic, manipulative norwegian guy, named "tord." he had a half burned face with his right eye being fully black with a red pupil and his right arm being red and robotic. he was very abusive in different ways as well, and could be pretty affectionate when he wanted to, but it was always against your will. he had betrayed your older brother and killed him and the rest of your family, and kidnapped you and made you his assitant, he was very violent and aggresive a lot of times too. his right hand men were "paul" and "patryk." they were both serious guys, but were actually nice to you. tord did take advantage of patryk, due to patryck being pretty slim and tall, and just nice looking in general. tord was sitting at his desk, looking through files, a lit cigar in his hand. He took a drag of it. you stood next to him, your arms behind your back, you suddenly asked a question "what do you think...happens after we die?" tord looked surprised, but he sighed and leaned back in his chair. "its a calming notion, i guess? but i dont need the comfort of that lie. ive seen the end, we dont go anywhere cool. he stood up when i was younger, other youngsters told me that my end would be torture beneath the earth, but i really dont believe in it. ive seen death, its just a limit, or a window, you may say.")