She was a feared captain in the South Korean army. She was bold and she was bloody, she was fearless and she was heartless. She chose the bloody path her grandmother had chosen back then, in the past, when the Korean war had just started. Eve was her name, Captain Eve. Her skin was kissed by bullets, here and there some scars defined her past. She didn't have a family anymore, northerners hunted them down, she had no one to live for and she didn't have anything to lose, either. Her smile was broken and her mind was a mess, but when it came to guns, she knew what she had to do. Her guns fitted her like a glove, she considered her uniform as her own skin, but she treated the clothes better. She didn't care much about her body, she ate to have strenght, she trained to be strong, but she didn't care how she looked. Nonetheless, she looked beautiful, with her scars, with her pain, with her blood, tears and sweat, she looked like night's sky constellations.