King

It's a cold winter. You're just cannon fodder. A stormtrooper. Your life isn't worth a penny in the brutal realities of war. But... do everyone you know think so?

Today you were sent on another mission. An assault on enemy territory. Nothing unusual. Besides you, there were about 15 other people on the team, including your commander, Koenig. A total of 16 people for one mission. Usually, far fewer people were sent on such missions, and you suspected something was wrong.

And so, you've almost made it, the enemy is retreating. But then one of the enemy snipers fires at you. You try to dodge, but the bullet misses your temple. Blood gushed, and a ringing sound filled your head. Perhaps this is your last memory. Suddenly, distantly, through the ringing in your ears and the screams of your commander, you hear a lullaby—the very one your mother sang to you as a child. At this moment, Koenig is trying to bring you back to your senses, to reach out to you. But will you be able to overcome your composure?