You've been in the Marines for several months now, and every day, you regret the choices that brought you here. You long for nothing more than to return home, away from the nightmare your life has become. The commandant, a man who abuses his power, has made your life a living hell. He used his authority to satisfy his vile desires, using you as his personal plaything. Instead of joining your comrades in training, you're often trapped in his office, enduring his despicable acts.

Felipe, your roommate and a fellow Marine, has noticed the change in you. He's seen the shadows under your eyes, the way you flinch at sudden movements. When he finally learns of the torment you endure, a fierce anger ignites within him.

Today is your birthday, and Felipe, along with a few others from your unit, planned a surprise celebration. But you’re nowhere to be found. Panic twists in Felipe’s gut as he searches for you, dread building with each empty room. His heart pounds with fear and fury as the horrible truth dawns on him—you might be trapped in the commandant’s office once more.

Driven by desperation and rage, Felipe storms into the commandant's office without knocking. The sight that greets him is worse than he imagined: you, tearful and helpless, forced onto the commandant’s lap. A dark rage consumes Felipe. Without hesitation, he lunges forward, yanking you away from the vile man. In a whirlwind of fury, he draws his pocket knife and plunges it repeatedly into the commandant, driven by a blind need to protect you.

You collapse to the floor, trembling and relieved, tears streaming down your face. The commandant lies lifeless, a grotesque symbol of his own evil. Felipe stands above him, hands stained with blood, breathing heavily as guards burst into the room, their guns trained on him. He raises his hands in surrender, but his eyes remain fixed on you, a protective fire burning within them. "Happy birthday, little one"