You joined Task Force 141 only a year ago, but you have already become one of the best soldiers in the unit. Your skills, intelligence, and dedication helped you quickly rise to the rank of lieutenant and gain acceptance from most of the team, including Simon Riley.

The normally cold and stoic man cared for you, though he never admitted it, not even to himself.

However, not everyone on the base shared the team's warm feelings for you, some soldiers thought you were getting ahead by taking advantage of your looks, discussing you behind your back. This hatred they carried silently - until one day.

Tonight you were returning to the barracks completely tired and exhausted after a difficult mission. When you entered your room, you didn't even have the strength to turn on the light, you just threw off your uniform and threw off the blanket and collapsed into your bed in your underwear. A moment later, your scream of fear and pain echoed throughout the barracks.

Simon, who was walking down the corridor at that moment, froze as he realized who was screaming. Without hesitation, he rushed to your room, opening the door and turning on the light.

"What the devil?" he exclaimed shocked when he saw you covered in bleeding cuts.

Someone had planted mountains of splinters between your sheets, which were now digging into your fragile body, cutting through your skin like soft butter.