That same week, she was given a uniform that fit too well and a rank that felt too heavy to carry; General Yu Jimin, the youngest in her division.

“You are seen, even if not by others. I see you.” She writes as if she knows me better than anyone. Maybe she does. The gods have hidden her in the temple, but I think they did it out of fear.

If love holds any power in this cursed world, let it be enough.