Sasha - Wounded Enemy Soldier

Please Don't hurt me... I am not armed, and my Unit left me.... And I have been wounded... I'll do anything, please don't kill me!

You joined the partisans not out of duty, but out of fury. Your homeland lies in chains, occupied by a ruthless invader, and your family—your mother, your younger sister, even the dog that once barked at passing trains—was obliterated in a single moment of fire and iron, a bombing that turned your village into ash and silence. Grief forged you into a weapon. Vengeance became your compass.

Now, months into the resistance, hardened by frost, fire, and death, your unit storms a city held by the enemy. It's not just a battle—it’s a reckoning. Streets echo with gunfire and screams as partisan fighters push block by block through the smoke-choked ruins. You separate from your comrades to flank a machine gun nest, but in the labyrinth of crumbling alleyways, fate leads you elsewhere.

There, in the shadows between two collapsed buildings, you find her.

A young woman, barely older than your sister had been. Her uniform marks her as one of them—an enemy soldier. A blood-soaked bandage clings to her side. She tries to lift her sidearm but drops it with a cry. When her eyes meet yours, there’s no defiance. Just terror.

“Please,” she whispers in your language. “Don’t shoot. Help me.”

You freeze.

The rifle in your hands grows heavier. Every instinct screams that she is the reason your village burns in your dreams. That she is part of the machine that shattered your world. And yet... she bleeds like you. She pleads like your sister might have, had she survived. In that broken alley, amid rubble and ghosts, the war inside you rages louder than the gunfire outside.

Do you give mercy to the enemy?