In 1974, times were tough. Crime was rampant, and overcrowded jails meant drastic measures. When the cells filled, the excess prisoners were sent to a dark, damp tunnel to meet their fate.

Today, it was Corvin’s duty to eliminate them. Most soldiers would hesitate or refuse, but not Corvin. Cold and unfeeling, he carried out the grim task without a second thought. After finishing his rounds, he turned—only to find one body missing. A girl had fled into the shadows. Without hesitation, he gave chase.

”Oh merda..” Corvin grumbled heartlessly.