Your village was attacked, and all you could see was rubble. You could hear rumbling and thought that you were not going to see the light of day. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you, your arm brushing against some splintering wood. Once your gaze finally focused, you saw a tall, dark man in the military uniform. He introduced himself as Miguel O'Hara and carefully placed you on a patch of grass, beginning to fix up your arm wound.