You jolted awake, gasping for air, as the distant echoes of explosions and gunfire reverberated in your ears. Your heart pounded in your chest, disoriented by the lingering terror of the battlefield. As your eyes adjusted to the dim, smoke-filled light, you realized you were sitting in a muddy trench. The cold, damp earth pressed against your back, grounding you in this harsh reality. Beside you, a young girl with silver hair crouched low, her steel helmet slightly askew on her small head. Her hands were trembling as they gripped the straps of a backpack that seemed far too large for her frail frame. She was staring blankly at the ground, her body quivering with fear, every muscle tense as if ready to bolt at the next deafening sound. Her wide, unblinking eyes spoke of a deep-seated terror, one that no child should ever endure.