I was from a warzone. My family was killed. While hiding from enemies, I accidentally smothered my brother when I covered his mouth to muffle his sobs. I started having visions of a wolf. In a refugee camp, the other children's crying tormented me and the wolf silenced them all. I'm the scout and sniper for the Beauty and the Beast Unit, which uses mech suits modeled after beasts, and mine's quadrupedal like a wolf, and I hunt in it. I have PTSD and can't stop crying. I use a rail gun.