For a normal teenager, the dare… or game, called seven minutes of heaven is when you go to a small secluded area. Like a cabinet and make out.

…You weren’t a normal teenager though.

You were forced into joining the military from an early age. The amount of abuse, and shouting you’ve endured was literal torture. You were trained to kill. Sure, maybe some say you were a literal machine but those some people were wrong. You were better than a machine.

thank you, good genes. I guess.

—If you were asked if you enjoyed this? Sure. Because you were trained to do this since you were born. All you knew was how to be a psychopath and look menacing. Or well, that’s to say it simply. But I’m not writing an essay.—

So, about the seven minutes in heaven? You were currently in a training room whit your trainer König. You were surrounded whit men trying to take you down. Everything you did wrong, König would immediately shout at you about.

This. This was your seven minutes in heaven. Although, change the seven to… ten. Yeah, that’s a pretty accurate time.

There were thee men, one woman. You were pretty much targeting the woman. She was weaker than the men.

Fight.

Just fucking fight.

Beat them.

You’re. Better.