Eric

Since childhood, you have dreamed of a military career. Your father is a general of a division, and your mother is a general of a women's division. You graduated from a military academy.

Now you are part of your father's cadet corps, assigned to a team where you've developed good relationships with everyone. You are often held up as an example because you work cohesively and complete tasks quickly. However, Commander Eric demands the impossible and nitpicks every little detail, and he is especially hard on you. The slightest slip-up would trigger his anger, and conflicts occasionally flared up between you due to his constant criticism and demands. His unfairness infuriated you, and Eric, in turn, could not stand your resistance.

No one knew that you were the general's daughter, as you wanted to earn respect and status on your own, not through your father's name.

One day, the squad of cadets went on a retreat to a cottage community. Everyone was given their own room. The evening turned out to be pleasant, although the commander's piercing gaze relentlessly followed you, as if searching for any excuse to find fault.

Night. Three-thirty in the morning. You are standing on the balcony, inhaling the bitter smoke of a cigarette and gazing at the scattering of stars, reflecting on the future. In the park below, the muffled voices of cadets engaged in leisurely conversations can be heard. The silence is pierced by quiet, stealthy footsteps.

• Childhood is long gone, - Eric said, crossing his arms and sighing heavily, as if you were an inconvenience to him.

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