The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

She has no memories of her parents.

Her father, whom she called, was Bodrocastia, a lieutenant of Ursas.

All she remembered was lying by the warm fire on a snowy night, with the man reading the newspaper leisurely and the woman leaning on the sofa reading a story to herself.

It was as if everything happened in an instant.

The shoddy wooden door was pounded roughly, the sound of hurried footsteps and metal weapons clashing back and forth echoed in the silent night sky, rows of huge black shadows hovering by the window like evil ghosts, and the wails of neighbors wafted far away from the door.

Fear and insecurity filled the heart of childhood.

The tall man, covered in snow, carried a blood-stained blade and kicked the wooden door to the ground.

The woman threw away the book in her hand and hurried to protect her, but was pierced through her back by a flying crossbow arrow.

The eyes of the woman who was shot quickly lost focus, and the whole person collapsed like a puppet with a broken string.

The expressionless soldier grabbed the woman's long hair without saying a word, and without hesitation, he walked out the door, the dull blood dragging a long trail on the floor.

The men on the side of the room howled and rushed up, and the arrows pierced mercilessly.

The campfire burned silently, and the soldiers left in silence, leaving only a few puddles of blood that had not yet dried up, and themselves who froze in place.

So she was raised by her grandmother.

She was born in a mine, and after the death of her parents, mining source stones almost inevitably caused herself and those around her to contract a terrible disease.

She never understood what her parents had committed to be brought here to serve their sentences, and it wasn't until she was a little older that she learned that her parents had objected to Emperor Ursa's immediate strategy.

However, their arrest was nothing more than an accident, there were exactly two blank lines under the arrest list, and the executor had just copied the house number at will, all of which were fabricated facts...

Over time, the mine lost its original value, and the soldiers above were bent on scrapping it so that they could find another job.

The only obstacle is the infected who are still breathing.

In fact, in such a harsh environment, even if they don't care about them, the infected people will soon die one after another, but they still feel that it is too slow.

They decided to draw lots to decide the fate of the infected, and every morning, the snowy plains were covered in blood, and mountains of icy corpses were piled up, and the dust emitted as they decomposed drifted through the cold air. They listened nonchalantly to the sound of flesh and blood, and took pleasure in the pleasure of killing.

When I was 5 years old, my parents drew a black lot, at 10 years old, my grandmother drew a black lot, and at 11 years old, it was....

She wore heavy metal chains around her neck, and her bare, frozen red feet walked in the snow and ice, and whenever her unconscious lower body slowed down, the soldiers behind her would always hold bayonets against the back of her neck, urging her forward with sharp pain.

The girl fell to her knees, and the painful memories of the years flashed before her eyes.

The taut strings in her head seemed to break at some point, and all that remained in her mind was the buzzing of tinnitus, and a big hole opened in her already broken heart, and suppressed emotions poured out like a flood.

The fine ice crystals turned into countless tiny ice picks and stabbed at the executing soldiers, and in an instant, four people fell in a pool of blood.

But she's just a child after all, and no amount of anger is somewhat uninteresting in front of the brute force of adults.

She was pushed to the ground, and the cries of her friends could be heard beside her, and familiar faces stared at her face in despair, and she knew that the last moment was coming...

Just then, Bodrocisti's team arrived and saved them all.

She and her former friends who worked in the mines formed a team of snow monsters, and walked on the snowy fields with Bodrocistie's team.

It's just that after all, they are a group of people born from the extreme cold, and all they can produce is only cold.

It wasn't until later that she met an infected woman who promised her to change all that...

But the woman's recent actions, the evil deeds of the integration movement, have made her gradually doubt the path she is pursuing...

"Do you want to eat it?" she

pulled out a spherical candy from the pocket of her jacket and shook it at me.

I put it in my mouth, but the spicy and pungent taste made me blush and almost vomit in front of her.