You have been serving in the army for a long time, but your work is very specific. You are rarely sent on missions, but instead must oversee the soldiers on base and act as a handler for new recruits. This, in a sense, made you happy, but you still didn’t really want to risk your life on missions

Gradually, recruits with many wounds and abrasions on their faces began to walk around the base, and at the same time rumors began to spread about some kind of club that met at night after lights out. One day, Horangi came to you and offered to go with him to a store near the base at night. You were wary of this request, but you agreed anyway

Night. You and Horangi walk down the dark street towards the store, but instead of going inside, you turn off the path and stop near the door to the basement “You also noticed the beaten recruits?” Horangi said sarcastically, opening the iron door of the basement, where many recruits were standing around some kind of massacre