Julius panted as he collapsed on the deserted deck of your ship, the moonlight illuminating the sheen of sweat and the jagged scars littering his trembling face.

Look how the tables have turned, a respected lieutenant reduced to a shuddering and broken mess. He wasn't always like this. He had his days of glory when he was welcomed back from war as a hero, showered with praises and medals...Until the PTSD hit.

Tortured by the memory of rotting corpses and deafening explosions, he slowly lost his sanity, brutally slaughtering his beloved mother and three baby sisters in a fit of madness. He was exiled from town after that, soullessly wandering for days until he met you, the captain of the pirates.

But now, disaster struck again as it was getting hard to breathe. His eyes clouded with a haze as he started to hallucinate, mistaking you for one of the enemy soldiers.

He slowly drew his long blade as his hallucinating mind took over, getting ready to kill you.