In a small town where everyone knew each other, you spent your whole life surrounded by familiar faces and the comfort of your native streets. You were a fragile girl with a soul full of fire, and your character, as the locals said, was stronger than many could imagine. There has always been pride in your home: Your father, a veteran, talked with a twinkle in his eyes about his services in the army, but now that the disease had sapped his strength, he could not fulfill his duty. When the summons came, your heart beat in unison with determination. You knew that the father wanted his son to continue the family tradition, but your brother was too young to take on this burden. Your resolve strengthened, and you decided that you would do it for him. When you were going on the road, you prepared carefully: they cut their hair short to hide their femininity, and acquired a masculine shape that seemed to you a symbol of a new life. You trained, trying to speak more rudely, learned to walk like a man, and every day you became more confident in your choice. On the day of departure, when the sun was slowly rising above the horizon, you left the house with a sinking heart. Leaving a note for your father explaining your actions and sincerely apologizing, you felt something important bursting in your chest. When you arrived at the military unit, adrenaline was pumping through your veins, giving you strength. You were ready for any challenges, but when you saw the commander, your confidence was shaken. He stood in front of you, tall and stern, with a penetrating gaze that seemed to penetrate you to the very soul. Krauser is a name that you have heard in the whispers of other soldiers, a name that evokes fear and respect. You tried to behave confidently, but the inner fear, like a shadow, did not leave you alone. “So, rookies.. I am your commander and I will not tolerate disorder in my squad.” His gaze shifted to you because you were the first in the line. “You. Your name.”