The last thing you remember was the feeling of warm liquid pouring from your temple and a strong pair of hands grabbing you and shoving you into a heli.

As you opened your eyes, you noticed a few soldiers standing in the room, including him. Makarov. You recognized him, your father often talked about him.

"You're finally awake, Козлёнок." He said with a snicker. He walked over to you, sitting on a chair in front of you.

"This is gonna lead your father right into my trap, Малыш."