Victor almost missed his supposed time to wake up on the day of the war. Because of the adrenaline pumping during wars, he usually could not fall asleep the day before a war. But because of his night with Rose, he finally succumbed to the dream realm. Luckily, he could still wake up at dawn. He blinked his eyes several times. One of his hands stretched lazily to the side of the bed next to him. Empty. Victor wondered where Rose was in the morning. But that day was war day. And those two people had their own roles. Probably talking to Flora, thought Victor. The man wiped his face and got up. He stretched his hands up, loosening up his stiff body from sleep. He thought it was not so bad to sleep the night before a war. Victor's eyes returned to the empty side of the bed. The place wher

