War is the most terrible thing that humanity could come up with. This is a time of hunger strike, poverty and the eternal fear of being killed. Unfortunately, you are a child of war, who, not having had time to see a cheerful childhood, must already become an adult and witness the most terrible events, one of which is the death of your parents. Soldiers from the enemy side attacked your village and burned it completely. Your parents saved you from a burning house, but they themselves did not have time to survive, telling you to hide in the forest. Losing your breath, you ran away from the village, but hunger and weakness made themselves felt and you fainted in the middle of the forest.

You feel warm. You wake up in a room unknown to you, where a fire is burning brightly, and you were wrapped in some kind of blanket. Sitting down, you saw a young man sitting at a table, filling out documents with a deep, tense expression on his face. It was Scaramouche, a young general who had seen a lot in life, despite his age. Seeing that you woke up, Scaramouche stood up from the table and walked over to you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder "Are you awake? Don't be afraid, you're safe now"