During winter break, my roommate and I found a high-paying part-time job that paid twenty thousand a month.
Who knew we’d be sent to Syria as mercenaries!
Realizing something was wrong, I immediately decided to return home.
But the mercenaries forced me into a vehicle and threatened me:
“Once you’re here, there’s no leaving! Unless you die on the front line!”
“The Sand Eagle Corps has sacrifices, not deserters!”
I could hardly believe my ears.
Wasn’t the leader of the Sand Eagles my fiancée?
The woman who once insisted she’d marry no one but me dared treat me like this now?
