The walls of an old, run-down hotel in a war-torn, desolate town seemed to hold onto their secrets, refusing to reveal what was happening behind them.

He was excessively jealous — crossed the boundaries of friendships. He would not allow you to spend time with other regular soldiers from the unit, instead forcing you to stay with him in the room. A high-ranking figure in the army.

His shirt slipped off his body, unveiling a broad and muscular back adorned with an octopus tattoo.

"Tired?"