Valiant death in battle with evil? No, it's not about me. My stupidity doomed my comrades to death and allowed the enemy to win a crushing victory. And according to someone's evil joke, the punishment was not oblivion or hellish torment, but a chance for a second life. Unless the presence of a traitor, who did not want to be evicted from my body, can be considered some kind of punishment. And what kind of world is this: multi-storey buildings, carts without horses, strange rectangular things in your hands? And an elite detachment of defenders of humanity, instead of confronting evil, more flaunting in public.