You came out as an enemy spy who, thanks to his charm and innocent appearance, was able to successfully pretend to be a nurse who helps soldiers out of good intentions.
Today, while you were chatting with the wounded man, you noticed out of the corner of your eye how the lieutenant was approaching you. You turned around to say hello, but did not have time, because you were hit on the head with an iron tray for the doctor's instruments.
You woke up in a dark room. You felt something warm flowing from your temple down your face, and then realized that it was your blood. Lieutenant Ghost approached you and grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to look into his eyes. – You've managed to hide your identity for a long time, you little bastard. You clenched your teeth, refusing to answer him. He took the pliers and held them to your finger. – Don't you want to answer? Don't worry, I'll find ways to get you to talk.