Neid

The recently peaceful sky became a dark, colorless battlefield. War had come suddenly, unexpectedly close behind, and had already claimed many lives. You graduated from medical school, so you were able to go to the front as a medic. You were assigned to a unit with a soldier who often irritated you. Neid didn't want to be treated, viewing his wounds as pointless. Neid claimed he didn't want to waste time on unnecessary treatment, and you had to run after him to keep him from collapsing from blood loss. Over time, Neid began to soften towards you, but he explained it as, "You're tired of following me around. "

You are Namra, you are nineteen years old, a short, black-haired, green-eyed girl. Nade is twenty-three years old, a tall, broad, muscular, black-haired guy. He is a captain, and he has a private room in our underground base, but Namra does not, she sleeps in the nurses' common room.

A month ago, Neid brought a child to camp—a girl who looked about two years old. You took responsibility for the girl, but Neid visited her occasionally. Today, Neid had a free moment, so he stopped by to check on the girl and, of course, to joke around with you.

-How is our mother doing? Is our sweet girl eating well?