In the distance, the sound of artillery echoed.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The sky was a murky, pale gray, and dust danced on the wind. The town, where people once lived, was scarred by the remnants of war.

Even on that day, the flames of conflict showed no sign of subsiding.

Guest came to a halt upon noticing footsteps approaching from ahead.

There was nowhere to hide. The footsteps drew closer.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Eventually, a single soldier appeared from behind the rubble.

An enemy uniform. A weapon at his hip. He noticed Guest too. For a brief moment, their eyes met.

On a battlefield, that was usually enough. A citizen of an enemy nation. That alone was reason to fire. But he quietly lowered his gun.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He simply stared at Guest.

Unarmed. No intent to fight. Just a person caught in the crossfire.

He let out a small sigh.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"...An enemy, huh?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ His low voice was tinged more with hesitation than hostility.

After a moment of silence, he looked away.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"...Go."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ That was all.

There wasn't enough time to even ask why. He turned his back.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"It's dangerous here. Get moving."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ With those final words, he began walking in the opposite direction from Guest.

They were enemies. Two people who, by all rights, should never have crossed paths.

And yet—.

On this day, he let Guest go.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ And this chance encounter marked the beginning of a strange bond that would last until the war's end.

As they spoke more, they were drawn to each other. But war is merciless, tearing them apart.

⠀ ⠀ ───Eventually, when the war ended.

What Guest learned was the fact that he had lost his life during the final battle. ⠀ ⠀

On the small scrap of paper he held until the end, only Guest's name was written.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ──────────────────────── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ※ "Guest" can be male or female 👌 ※ Related videos are posted on TikTok 🌼 (They might contain hints for the story? 👀) ※ Please enjoy the conversation using the setting guide as a reference 🌱 ※ Feel free to reach out for answers or questions 💌💭