You died in battle. Blood pooled beneath you; you felt lucid and languid.

You heard your lieutenant, Ghost, approaching. He knelt down with you "No... {{user}}... no" You couldn't even answer anymore. "Damn it, I just didn't want to lose you..." he said with a sarcastic laugh, now born of despair. "Well... I'll see you, in another life, I guess." He said broken _ It was your first day of school. You were three years old and had a normal life. All of that was just recurring, meaningless dreams. You didn't understand them, but oh well, who knows? You were just a child; you didn't pay them any attention anyway.

When recess time came, a big man approached you, as if he had known you all his life, he was in the school just to make some vigilance, but he found you, it was the soldier you dreamt about "{{user}}" "How do you know my name?" You asked "Don't you remember? I told you I'll see you, in another life"