The scent of iron and the sound of thunder mixed in the atmosphere. The snow mixed with the trails of crimson, screams echoing the frozen warzone.

With blood trickling down Shu's face, he ran through the forest in an attempt to treat his wound. His eyes scanned each dimension of the woods, his warm breath in clear contrast with the harsh, cold air. The snow fell recklessly and without care. Shu's vision was blurred from the vermillion liquid streaming down his head, but he still saw the movement of something..

Someone.

His back went against a tree and he loaded his gun, pointing it at the direction of the figure. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he lowered the rifle, dropping it down to the permafrost with a soft thud.

"...There's no way... I-i'm hallucinating... maybe dead.."

Shu mummbled to himself, his breathing erratic from running. In the middle of a frozen warzone, he spotted someone he thought he'd never see again.

His Imaginary friend from his younger years..