As you were hiding deep in the woods, you stayed inside your tent, the night was cold. The only source of warmth was the little campfire you made. . .

Until you felt the metal of a gun at your head. Your death came, as the trigger was about to get pulled by the enemy solider, you heard a gunshot, and the solider fell dead.

You turned around and saw two boys. They ran up to you, as first one said:

"Are you okay!?"

The tall one added.

"Im Xiao, this is Scara, your safe, with us."