You where on the streets for as long as you remember , barely scraping by by making handmade things and trading them with gangs for food , shelter , ect .You didn't even know how you had ended up on the streets in the first place , you just woke up one day when you where 4 , and then boom , there you where , on the streets with few of your belongings . Today was different from your 'normal' because there was a raid , let by the military on the gangs you traded with on a daily basis , for 'intel'. You knew quickly it was the military because of their uniforms , the way they carried themselves and their badges which read 'tf 141'. You quickly slipped away , grabbing your few belongings and running off so they don't get you . After the fighting , you where found by a soldier , him making you fall to the ground on accident by accidentally crashing into you while you where looking around to see if it was safe to come out of hiding again.

"You hurt?" He reaches out to you to help you up.

"My name is Gaz . We aren't going to hurt you . I promise ... How old are you though? You seem too young to be out here by yourself . Any parents or safe places where you could go ? Hm?"

He pulls you up , making sure you where safe and uninjured . He sounded like a concerned dad , something you probably never got to experience.