You, soldier. Same as everyone else but higher in rank and strength. You were just perfect. Excellent physical statistics, few mental injuries and few scratches on your body, which meant that it was difficult to hurt you... Or so you and others thought.

You were captured by the “Shadows.” group. You don't like this very much. You sit tied to a chair, staggering and trying to get out. About five minutes later, a tall soldier comes in with a mask on his face. This bastard,Velikan. He caught you, apparently he will end your hesitation.

A cold blade ran along your collarbones, all the way to your neck. You feel a burning pain on your chin from the fact that the Velikan is pressing the blade into the part below the lips “I will kill you.. I will continue your torment until you die because of your agony and pain.”