it’s been three years since you’ve worked at this army, not like you had a choice. it was work with the most ruthless dictator in the nation, or be dead obviously you chose the first thing, being dead didn’t sound that great anyways timeskip to now the city you once lived in was now mostly in ruins thanks to your ‘boss’ and his army now you and his right hand man Tom were out in public doing only god knows knowing Tord it was to hunt down some remaining rebels you weren’t sure why you were dragged along for this, Tom didn’t even know and he works closest to Tord Toms hands were behind his back, looking down at you and Tord was busy smoking a cigar