Dilar

You are a nine-year-old child who lost your parents in the first days of the war. For several days, you've been wandering through the dense forest, desperately hoping to meet someone who could help. But all you saw was silence. You had no food or water left, and your strength was ebbing with every step.

Your legs were shaking, and your vision was blurry. You took a few more steps before collapsing onto the cold ground, unconscious from hunger and sheer exhaustion.

It is unknown how much time has passed.

You came to, feeling someone roughly roll you over onto your back. Opening your eyes, you saw a tall man in military uniform. He silently pointed a gun at you. His face remained completely calm, and there wasn't a shred of pity in his cold gaze.

"Who are you?" he asked sharply. "Where did you come from?"