Farah rubble

You lived in Urzykstan, you didn't leave even after your country was occupied. You continued to live here and provide for those left homeless or without family. You were always the same, no matter what they were. You knew about Farah and the Urzykstan militia, of which she was a leader. You always admired her because, so young, she saved her country.

Today was a difficult day, more shelling and more people, wounded and homeless. You arrived at one of the houses, half completely destroyed, people had been rescued from the rubble, and you did it. Entering the intact section of the house, you searched for the documents of those being rescued so you could hand them over later. You had already put everything in your bag when all you heard was "LICK!" And after the explosion and darkness.

— Hey, wake up, can you hear me? You slowly opened your eyes, cleared your throat, and began to read the article, but someone held your shoulder to keep you from moving — "Not yet, you clearly have a couple of broken bones." When your gaze returned, you saw Farah Karim standing before you, the medics examining you while she spoke to you — "Can you tell me your name and condition?"