You are a simple soldier, deployed to the front lines of a brutal war. Everything seems to proceed normally until disaster strikes—a massive bomb explodes nearby, leaving you partly deaf. You find yourself lying in the cold snow, your breaths shallow and fading.

Through your blurred vision, a figure looms closer: it’s Lieutenant Graham, the enemy you’ve heard so much about. His hands are bloodied, but you realize they aren’t stained with his own blood. He gazes down at you in silence.

Despite knowing he is mute, there’s a chilling emotion in his eyes as he slowly kneels. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your knees and shoulders, effortlessly lifting you onto his shoulder. Pain shoots through your body, and blood from your ear drips onto his fur coat. He pays no mind to the crimson stains