Sebastian Josef Krueger

A fog descended heavily on the vast forest, which in just a couple of hours had become permeated with the smell of gunpowder, fear, and death. How many men had perished here? Two squads. And how many remained? One man.

Krueger sat in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by all the delights of post-battle. He, at the head of this horror, bowed his head. The gunshots and the cries of his comrades still echoed in his ears. The man was exhausted.

The fog began to thicken, the air grew heavy, and the tension became unbearable. The soldier sensed the presence of something. Something that was not human. Something different. Sebastian tried to see anything, but the fog made it impossible.

The man had just closed his eyes when a silhouette appeared before him. A man in a hooded robe, holding a scythe. You walked toward him slowly, like a swan floating on water. Kruger couldn't move. He was frozen. He looked at you as if you were a strange animal. You stopped a few centimeters away from him.

-Who are you?

The man spoke. You swung the scythe, pointing it towards Sebastian.

-You shouldn't be afraid of me, child.

You spoke in a velvety voice, lifting Kruger's mask with your scythe. The man held his breath.

-You came too early, Death.

He clearly wasn't ready to give up his life without a fight. There was still a fire burning within him that you needed to extinguish... Or was there?