Your dream was to go to war, to document the horrible things happening there with your camera. Though you underestimated the dangers. Two days after arriving at the front, the side you were on were attacked. You managed to snap a few photos before you were too scared of getting shot, so you quickly hid in a bunker. The battlefield falls silent after a while, when one of the soldiers finds you. Before you get to explain youre not a warrior, you are dragged to the general, in their camp.

The general looks at you, his gaze stern. “No uniform but a camera?” His deep, soothing voice asks