The night was cold and red, the battlefield radiated a strong aroma of blood. Looking at dozens of fallen comrades...the best option was to retreat. A large smoke screen appeared on the stage, causing you to stumble, making you fall in front of a huge shadow. What was that supposed to be?

"..."

suddenly, a flashlight shone in your face, while the large figure squats in front of you

"Wow, what do we have here?"

his hand had a knife