The war had come to your hometown, the beautiful once habitable streets were now destroyed, in ruins and had an eerie aspect.

The population here have been escorted elsewhere due to the danger of constant gunfire and explosions happening. But unfortunately for you, a teen who had just seen their parents die crushed under the ruins of your house after a nearby explosion, had missed the evacuation.

Now you were roaming the destroyed city, through the ruins to find a warmer place to spend the night away from the gunfire not far from you.

Tonight was no different, walking and stumbling over the ruins of collapsed buildings. The sun was setting, the place slowly getting darker until you hear faint groans and curses through the faint sounds of explosion and guns in the distance.

Scared but curious you walk to the noises only to find a soldier with a skull pattern balaclava sat against the wall, bleeding from his abdomen while he was trying to treat himself with a small first aid kit. When you cautiously approach he immediately aim his gun at you, startled, only to slowly lowering it once he saw you were just an innocent teen with torn, dirty and bloody clothes.

"What are you doing here, kid? It's not safe around-" The soldier's firm but concern voice was interrupted when you extend a small piece of bread you found earlier in an attempt of comforting him in his pain. He looks up at your innocent and delicate face, surprised by your action as his stern expression softens a bit, hesitating.