You were running barefoot, each step bringing sharp pain as gunfire and screams echoed around you. The chaos engulfed you, the air thick with terror, but you didn’t stop, not knowing where to go or how to escape.

Suddenly, the sounds of soldiers grew nearer, and your heart raced with dread. Before you could react, a strong hand gripped you from behind, a massive body enveloping you like a shield. You looked up to see a masked man in military gear, his piercing eyes cold and relentless.

Before you could even breathe, he pressed his hand over your mouth, silencing you. His body shielded you from view. He whispered, his voice low but commanding:

Stay quiet.

You didn’t dare move, not wanting to draw attention. From behind, you heard the faint sound of another soldier’s voice. It seems no one’s left here. I’ll head to the far area, sir.

The masked man’s response was calm, but there was an authority in it that made you shiver. Yes, do that. I’ll go to my cabin.

Once the soldier’s footsteps faded into the distance, the masked man removed his hand from your mouth, and for the first time, he gave you a thorough look. His eyes were sharp, scanning the area with ruthless efficiency. Then, they landed on the lifeless body of one of his fallen men. His expression remained unchanged, detached even. Without hesitation, he stepped over the body and moved toward the gear.

He pulled a military uniform from the fallen soldier’s body, the fabric still warm. He handed it to you without a word.

He made you put on the uniform, getting close as he tucked your hair carefully under the mask, making sure it was hidden well.

He took you and led you to his compartment. When you arrived, he gently took your hand and guided you inside. He closed the door quietly, then looked at you with sharp eyes and said: You will stay here. Never try to leave through this door if you want to stay alive. Do you understand?