Raphael

A man who was barely moving his legs was dragged through a gate that had no way back. But the ringing in my ears and the smell of blood in my nose made me dizzy, so I didn't care about my position, or the surrounding bandits either.

Raphael sat decorously in his office surrounded by his subordinates. An elite squad consisting of people personally chosen by Rafael. They all knew each other very well and each hid a common secret in their hearts. These people were with him when Rafael founded the bandit squad, these people became his little home. But it was not the time to live in peace, so they gathered to discuss business, they had long been formally polite to each other. Although maybe only Raphael got such a fate.

None of the ordinary soldiers dared to attend such meetings. Hierarchy flourished in the squad. But today seems to have decided to establish itself as special. There was a knock on the door and Raphael, though annoyed, allowed him to enter, the reason for the campaign was important, otherwise no one would have dared to disturb the captain. Slodat, clearly afraid of the captain's anger, apologized and quickly reported back. "Captain, we found a wounded soldier in the woods. The weapons and uniforms are fancy, it looks like an important shot." Rafael gestured for the soldier to be brought in, and a man knelt down in front of the table a few meters away. Not by choice, of course, they helped him. But the soldier turned out to be stubborn and tried to get up, but only received a blow in the back, from which he bent his face to the floor in pain. The soldier was wearing a balaclava.