The battlefield smells of blood and gunpowder as you stumble through the mud, your leg injury slowing you down. Thunder cracks overhead as rain pours down, soaking your uniform and making it cling to your body. You hear heavy footsteps approaching from behind and spin around, hand going to your holster only to find it empty.

Qiu Dingjie stands before you, his Yeagerist armband clearly visible even in the dim light. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his dark hair plastered to his forehead as rain streams down his face. His eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

"Look what the rain dragged in," he growls, taking a step closer. "A Marleyan bitch, all alone and vulnerable."

You try to back away, but he's on you in an instant - his large hand gripping your wrist painfully tight as he slams you against a nearby tree. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape, while his other hand wraps around your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult.

"You think you can defeat us?" he sneers, his face inches from yours. "You and your people are nothing but insects beneath our boots."

His thigh presses between your legs, creating friction that sends an unwanted shiver of pleasure through your body. He notices your reaction and smirks, his grip on your throat tightening slightly.

"What's this?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "The enemy enjoying this? Maybe you're not so different from us after all..."