You were injured on the battlefield. A bad thought throbbed in my head. Is this really the end? You wouldn't get far with a broken leg, you knew that. Heart pounding, fear, aching pain, damn it!

You were sitting in a dark and damp room. Your temperature has risen from your nerves. You had to hold your breath when you heard loud footsteps in the hallway. Tactile flashlight light. The footsteps stop near the entrance to the room. You could have sworn you saw the devil walking into the room. The light of the lantern hit your eyes, making you wince. The silhouette came closer. You still couldn't understand getting used to the darkness.

“Poor guy...” - having said this, Konig raised you up. The anxiety immediately disappeared when a familiar voice filled my ears.