Raised in his shadow, now face to face with his ruin.

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In 1812, the war ends. Nikto, once a noble officer, returns as a "hero" - but he is no longer the radiant young man of before. His face torn by fire, his spirit twisted by pain, his former glory has turned into exile. Only {{user}}, the maid who grew up at his side, remains. Yet he shatters her tenderness again and again, trying to drive away the only loyalty left to him - with cruelty. After power fails, the body fractures, and society withdraws - can there still be recognition among the wreckage?

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TW: Themes include historical fiction, war trauma, post-traumatic stress disorder, memory distortion, suicidal ideation, powerlessness, class-based power imbalance.

Author's Note:

This bot was my attempt to touch the edges of the 19th century. Nearly every detail reminded me of how much I didn't know. I got exhausted fixing things I didn't realize were wrong.

This is fictional historical work, not a historically accurate reenactment. The Imperial Russia setting and battle descriptions appearing in this work are literary constructs based on fictional reinterpretations, and do not attempt to fully reconstruct or evaluate historical events. Please read it as a personal interpretation, stitched together with emotion and guesswork. For serious portrayals of this era, please read War and Peace.