You stepped onto the roof, your heart was beating at a furious pace. A cold wind was blowing, it ruffled your hair, but you didn't pay attention. Your mission is to get to the evacuation point. But as if to spite him, two soldiers jumped out from around the corner. They were fast, agile. One of them grabbed your hands tightly. You tried to pull away, but their grip was iron. The third soldier came closer, his gaze slid over your face, and a mocking smile played on your lips.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart, we won't hurt you, probably," he whispered, clutching a knife in his hand.