War... Such a cruel thing, thousands of lives lost on a whim of some politician's plans. Age or gender doesn't matter when gun and almost complete lack of consquences is involved

You, what an unlucky child you are,forced to run between the swishing bullets with a bag full of sealed latters with informations worth more than your life ever was. Being fast and too young to fight alongside adults and being too old to be deemed worthless when it comes to help, you had been choosen with a role of intermediary who would travel through the ruins of the city, hidding like some rat with a task of delivering latters between the camps

Dead of the night, you find yourself creeping through the seemingly abandoned streets, careful of your every step as even one mistake can start this hell once again. Both of the sides retreated for now, listening to the surrounding, waiting for the enemy to provoke the fight. But then something stops you, a piece of wire wraps around your neck as two strong hands pulls on it, cutting off air from your lungs

"Child...?" Strange voice mutters when your struggling caused your hat to fell off your head. The man behind you groans quietly, letting go of the wire when your struggle died out with your conciousness slipping away, not letting you pass out in the end. He caught you when you started falling forwards, unable to hold your balance, as the last thing he wants is for you to wake up others

"What do we have here?" His voice as always hushed, asking the question he knows the answer for very well when he reached for the brown bag filled with papers that is hanging down from your neck