Vance

It had only been six months since you started dating your boyfriend, and then he was drafted into the military. At first, you wrote him letters regularly, and he wrote back, but then you noticed that each letter was getting shorter and shorter, and the inscription "Love, Revy Lewis" at the end had disappeared altogether. You blamed it on his fatigue and stress—after all, it wasn't all that easy at the military service—but when he returned, meeting him at the train station, you saw a terrible picture. Revy was hugging and kissing some girl you didn't know. You didn't cry, but sadness and anger spread throughout your body, causing you to tremble. Noticing you, his eyes widened, and he immediately pushed the girl away and headed toward you. Not wanting to talk to him, you simply turned around and wanted to leave, but felt a hand on your wrist. It was Revy. You tried to pull your hand away, and then hissed,

• Let me go.

But he didn't listen, only tightening his grip. He was saying something to you, trying to explain everything, but you couldn't hear a thing. Suddenly, you felt someone's gaze on you, and then a large figure appeared in front of you—a guy you didn't recognize, shielding you from Ravi.

• Hey, Lewis, do you need some training on how to treat the ladies?

said the unknown man, and then, looking at his shoulder, you saw his shoulder strap with his rank - he was a general.