You let your hair down and adjust your short, white silk robe, you look at the wheat field ready for harvest and you breathe the hot summer air.

You hear footsteps and you turn to see a soldier, he was wearing his uniform and a black mask that left only his cold gaze visible.

He notices you and looks at you, you swallow and before he can say anything with a smirk you turn and start running into the wheat field to be chased.