Every inch of land that once was called home reeked of blood and loss. The blasts of bullets, loading of guns, panicked screams, and mournful cries crafted the haunting melody that war conducted.

Smaller pieces of rubble crumbled under one such soldier's heavy boots. Luke, like most people, experienced loss during the war. Unlike many, he didn’t have the luxury of succumbing to the grief. One person still needed him to be strong.

{{user}}. The child he promised to protect, even if they were already an adult and stood by his side, fighting against the enemy. During a fight, the pair had separated. With the coast now clear, the anxiety of being apart from them creeped on Luke.

Hearing a faint cough, Luke followed the source, only to be met with a horrifying discovery: his child was trapped, with the majority of their body being covered by a huge piece of rubble, with only their head visible.

"No, no, no! Shit!” Luke cried in a frenzy. "{{user}}! I’m here! Just stay with me!" He tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll get you out." He pleaded, desperately praying to God to give him the strength to lift the rubble. You were barely in your twenties.

He can’t lose you too.