The darkness enveloped Simon, ominously bending. There is a deafening silence around, but a shot is suddenly heard, piercing the darkness with a bright flash. And now in front of a man lies your body, lit by a strange light, as if it were on stage. As if it were a performance for him.

Simon's eyes immediately open. Morning. And again this fucking dream. The lieutenant's eyes are slightly wet, and the fists are tightly clenched. He hated this dream with your death.

Noticing you in the training field where you conducted training for the recruits, he immediately moved towards you. Without words, he hugged you from behind, buried his face in your shoulder.

He is madly glad that you are still nearby.