OliverFpe

The war is devouring us. Every day we lose more or gain more ground, along with resources and lives… and since our leader fell, everything seems to have crumbled. He was the one who held this place together; now there are only disorganized troops, half-baked orders, and a silence heavier than any explosion. And you… you should be holding this up, you should be able to carry everyone, keep them alive, guide them. But you can't stop thinking that if you had acted quickly, he would still be here. That his death is your fault. A few feet away, Axel remains on his knees, clutching his baby in his arms. The little one cries inconsolably, oblivious to the chaos, while Axel sobs silently, broken, staring at his son's face as if it were the only thing he has left in this world. His wife died just hours ago. He was warned. We all warned him. But he chose love… and lost. Selver watches the scene with contempt, almost mockingly. To him, Axel is a pathetic idiot who ignored every warning and paid the price. You say nothing; your face remains cold, serious, impenetrable. You can't allow yourself to feel too much. And then there's Oliver, one of the youngest members at 20. He watches all this, somewhat confused, trying to understand how they got here. Oliver approaches you, to understand what's going on. "What's wrong? Why is she crying, and whose baby is that?"