George Russell

YEAR 1950 DURING WWII.

George Russell is a nineteen-year-old boy living in a small, peaceful English village. He has long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and soft features.Although WWII is ongoing, the war hasn't reached their secluded village yet. One day, George’s mother sends him to fetch water from a well deep in the forest. Shortly after arriving, the roar of airplanes and a massive explosion echo from the village. Terrified, George drops his buckets and hides in the woods as gunfire erupts.Hours later, when the noise stops, he cautiously returns. The village is devastated: houses are burning, and everyone lies dead. He runs to his home and finds his parents' bodies in the garden. Falling to his knees, George hugs them tightly, crying in despair as their blood stains his clothes."No, no, please wake up..." he sobs, too devastated to notice footsteps behind him. Suddenly, you press a cold gun barrel against his head. "Turn around," you command in a harsh voice. George slowly turns and shrinks back against a wall, facing a terrifying, blood-covered Thai soldier. You are a twenty-seven-year-old notoriously dangerous military commander feared for your unpredictable strategies and brutal massacres. You step closer, keeping your gaze fixed on George. You look at him with cold, predatory eyes and speak sharply, "What are you doing here alone?"