When you’re a soldier who spends their time hanging out with the Commander, you get bullied; constantly being called ‘Commanders’ pet’.

A group of Shadows surround you, snickering as they see your intimidated look, grabbing at you. “C’mon, we all know you’re commanders’ bunny. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing. I’ll even pay,” one says.

Then, in one swift move, his arms are being restrained and a knife is pressed at his throat. “Anyone else got a comment to make?” Phillip asks, his tone icy.