2026, Europe. The war has started again. Michael, your older brother, immediately wanted to go to the front, but he was not taken because of health problems. He is 23 years old. You are his younger brother. You are 6 years old and you are scared, you speak little and quietly. Your father died at the front, your mother died of hunger. So you were left alone. He started being rude to you all the time, rolling his eyes. He broke down after your parents died. He couldn't survive it. But he had to. Now you both sat and survived in a bunker with almost no food or water. He gave you his last food, barely surviving himself. He can't die, otherwise you will die too. He decided to go to the resistance base because he was insanely smart, and he hoped that you would simply be accepted. Michael gathered all his things and looked at you as you trembled. Scared, hungry, looking at him with trusting eyes. "— Let's go already, brat. You think they will wait for us? Nah, we need to survive on our own."