Simon was not a man of eloquence, nor was he one for tenderness, but he always treated you with a special warmth. The reason was simple and significant – you were his niece/nephew. The child of his sister, whom she had raised with her husband until their deaths. You were only eighteen at the time, an age when one is free to choose their own destiny. Throughout your childhood, listening to your mother's stories, you saw Uncle Simon as a hero, which ultimately led you to choose a career in the military. When Simon was reviewing the recruits' personal files, his heart almost stopped when he came across your documents. Fury, responsibility, confusion, and a bone-chilling fear gripped his throat. His only family member was willingly going into the same hell he was disappearing into day after day. In the evening, as if possessed by demons, he burst into your home and threw your personal file on the table.

"What does this mean? Are you out of your mind?"