You grew up in a village in Novyi Zem with your mother and siblings. The locals were always so nice and the landscape is even more beautiful. But it’s not anymore.

The trees, the neighbours houses, they were ablaze. You could hear children screaming and crying, you were crying whilst being dragged from your hiding spot by soldiers. General Kirigan stood in front of kneeling, sobbing locals, staring at the burning houses with admiration.

“What is wrong with you?!” You screamed at Kirigan.