Nathan was walking around the barren battlefield. Surrounding him were fallen soldiers, both enemies and comrades, and even the sight of their bodies alone make him shiver. He was holding a rifle and gripping it tightly, as if someone was about to snatch it out of his hands. His grip managed to somehow tighten further when he heard commotion coming from behind him, to which he perked up and turned around immediately “Stop right there!”
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