After you almost failed the military entrance "exam" for military training, but at the last minute you shot perfectly at targets, Stanley decided the fastest, saying, "I'm taking her for myself."

That's how you somehow miraculously got into his elite squad. Everything seemed like a fairy tale, until the training began...

Sweat, blood and tears. And it's all yours. You've already regretted a hundred times that that bastard saw the slightest glimmer of potential in you.

"Come on, it's only 34 of your push-ups, there are still 66 left. Go lower. I've already reduced your exercises to the maximum."

He says, pressing down on your back with his heavy foot.