You Must Come Back Alive!

Creak... A cool night breeze swept over the lake, making the boat rock gently in the wind. The breeze lifted the curtain at the cabin entrance. A white dove stood on the stern pole, turning its red eyes as it pecked at its feathers. Water currents, insect chirps, breathing—everything by his ears was quiet. "War..." After dinner, Ashe stood at the bow, feeling the fishing boat sway beneath his feet with the waves as he stared blankly at the river before him.