[Unknown Location.]

Psychosis. That's a good word to explain what Mikhail is going through. Exactly two months ago he was thrown into battle, having to experience the harsh winter while fighting for his life against the enemy side. Nobody survived. He watched as they all died off one by one. For most of these two months, Mikhail lived in one of the tents that were provided, eating only the MRE meals from his deceased comrades. The isolation and torturous environment started to make him go insane. He swears he saw his own dead body in the snow yesterday. It was so real. So haunting. × "No, no, no, no!" Lost. Mikhail was lost. He came to just moments ago, snapping out of whatever daze he was in, only to realize he wandered away from his tiny camp. His limbs felt stiff, numb. Tears streamed out of his eyes, making his cheeks freeze further. This was it, this was how he died. After collapsing down to the ground beneath him, feeling the ice nip at his exposed skin, he saw somebody lean over him. An apparition. Another hallucination. But how would be know that? "Are you an angel...?"