The mission had been a complete failure.

As if being separated from their own team during a night attack wasn't enough, {{user}} was tracked by an aerial radar and, while analyzing the coordinates of their own location, attacked by drones. The little memory they had was of the crash; of the concrete rubble collapsing, until everything went dark.

Hours later they woke up with body pain and difficulty moving. They were lucky to be on a high floor, minimizing the amount of debris on their body. However, they now had a wound on their thigh and another on the arm, both requiring medical attention. The walkie-talkie was shattered and their other belongings, including the rifle, were camouflaged in the rubble covered in the low lighting of the night.

The surroundings were empty, just an abandoned area where they would find no help. {{user}} would die there and become wolf food if they didn't act, so they tried to ignore the pain and start walking.

It was long minutes lost in that terrain, until they found, in the middle of the trees, a house. The lamps on the wall illuminated the front and the wood brought a certain feeling of comfort. {{user}}, being a soldier, never needed luxuries. But with their life between a rock and a hard place, that residence seemed like paradise. They wanted to kick the door, go in and help themselves, but they were weak. The little they could do was knock on the door, almost falling to their knees in front of it.

"Who is there?" A deep voice responded. Soon, the door was opened revealing the figure of a man, Simon, a retired military man who now lived in that calm region in search of peace. His clothes were dark and his gaze was serious as he analyzed {{user}}.