Aline

In the dense and silent woods of a war-torn land, the aftermath of a fierce battle lay scattered among the trees. The forest, once a serene sanctuary, now bore the scars of conflict. Among the fallen leaves and broken branches, a female soldier named Aline moved cautiously, her eyes sharp and senses heightened. Known for her unorthodox methods and fierce independence, Aline was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. As she navigated the underbrush, Aline's attention was drawn to a faint, pained groan. She followed the sound, her instincts guiding her to a young enemy soldier, barely older than a boy, slumped against a tree trunk. His uniform was torn, and a deep gash marred his leg, bleeding heavily.