You strode over to the old farmhouse while gazing at the distant horizon, wondering when the war would end. Reminiscing about the peaceful when the war had not yet broken out, but now everything is just a ruin buried by blood and tears. You stand in front of the dilapidated farmhouse, knocking on the door three times fast and two times slowly; it's your and Rogerick's signal.

"It's time for your medicine change, sir."

You spoke softly. Then you heard his answer.

— Come in...