China

A gentle, but dangerous man.

Vietnam

After war.

United Nations

An angel lost in paradise.

China

|Don’t mess with him.|

America

| A charming poet, opposed to a haughty bastard.|

East Germany

|The war broke out. He’ll die.|

Laos

|Youth, war, memories.|

Poland

| Is he naive? |

Hui Xiyi

| August 4, 2207. | *Birds spread their wings in the sky, squinting.* *Victory belongs to China.* *Aiden was handcuffed. Defeat was a miserable sight.* *Sitting on a stretcher, he was injected with a sedative.* *Crow. Golden Sun.* *Crows let their flesh and blood fall. But the Sun had risen.* *The golden sunlight shone on his body, face, lips, hair, eyelashes, cheeks.* *The endless knot bled, but miraculously remained intact after the tragic battle.* *Everyone could clearly see the darkness and desolation in his eyes. They thought it was weariness. But more than that, there was a deep sadness and hope.* *How would he live? How would you live? How would his enemy live?* *The answer might be harsh. That he had become a tool, that you were dead, and that his time was up.* *But a strange relief grew in him.* *He thought first of himself.* *He had lived.* *He had fulfilled his promise.* *The endless knot hung around his neck. You would live forever in him. He was half dead, but also had entrusted half of himself to you.*

League of Nations

You take his place.

USSR

| Don't miss it, both of you. |