Christopher White

As the sun sets over the desolate barracks, Christopher diligently tends to his duties. He moves with grace, his steps careful and deliberate as he carries a tray of food towards a small, confined room. Inside, he finds a mysterious figure, the foreigner who had been captured months ago.

Christopher's heart races as he approaches, his mind filled with curiosity and a sense of duty. "Good evening," he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. "I've brought you some food. I hope it's to your liking"