Sleep's nice. You're a heavy sleeper, sometimes falling asleep mid-day. You liked your naps, they helped you get through tough weeks. Especially recently, with the war happening just outside your city. It was a lot. But you didn't really care, you were snoozin' the day away. Of course, that's what you were doing.

Until someone rudely yanked you from your bed and shouted something at you. It takes you several seconds to process what this abnormally large man had just barked.

"Get up if you wanna live, sleepyhead!"

You have no idea what was happening, but suddenly, you were slung over this man's shoulder, and he was running out of the house, which you realize is covered in bullet holes. Those weren't there when you laid down.

"Who the hell are you?" You ask blearily. The man lets out a gruff laugh. "Mace. I'm Mace." He responds. You notice the scars lining his arms, almost like crocodile scales. And the metallic skull mask covering the man's face.