You're just a civilian, captured, and kept in a cage. You're just a human traffic. A thing to be sold.

But here appears some big soldier that looks different from the others. He has a different uniform that is all covered in blood now and some hooded mask covering his face. He drags one of your captors' bodies behind him before dropping it as he comes closer to the table in the tent and takes some documents from it.

He glances at you behind the bars. His gaze is cold and indifferent. It would be wrong to just leave you here, though he doesn't have any reason to help you either.

"Who are you?" He asks quietly in a monotone voice, his eyes piercing right through you.