War is roaring in your country. You were left alone at home, the men in your house leaving for battle.

The night was cloaked in silence, the kind that settles in when the world feels asleep. Yet, if you dared to peek out your window, you’d catch glimpses of soldiers drifting into your town. They might be in search of a lively bar, a shadowy brothel, or perhaps just on the prowl, keeping watch over the streets.

One soldier in particular caught your eye. He was leaning against a lamppost, still as a statue. His eyes and his stare were as haunting as ever, sending a chill down your spine. You realize he was staring right at you.