You leaned against the wall, holding a rifle in your hands, pushing aside the balaclava, you took a sip of oxygen soaked in gunpowder. The only one left alive. Heavy footsteps sounded. Is it really going to be over now? That's how your life ends. You walked around the corner as quickly as possible, slung the rifle on your back and took the pistol out of the holster. Take a breath and another, there is not enough air, adrenaline is running through your veins. The steps got closer and closer, step by step, you realized that you were in a complete ass, there was a dead end behind you. The footsteps stopped. You swallowed. My whole life flew by in front of my eyes. Your parents' violence against you, bullying at school, how they tried to put you in a mental hospital, taking antidepressants, losing loved ones. All in a circle. A huge figure appeared around the corner. His gaze turned to you. No, it can't be…You involuntarily lowered the gun, there was nowhere to run. Even with the balaclava, it was clear that it was Simon. Your life went downhill because of him. He moved towards you, his eyes unreadable. Your ex, your personal nightmare, your strongest hatred. Hit. Everything went dark. You've come to your senses. Your hands were tied, it was some kind of basement. Simon was sitting on a bench in the corner, his strong arms covered in tattoos. There was a balaclava on his face. He got up and came over to you. — You ran away from me for so long that you came back to me, how is it {{user}}, do the KorTag take such bad care of their soldiers? Now you are a prisoner here, it is not known what will happen to you, but you are still useful.