You and your younger sister, Mei, had fled a war-torn China, leaving behind the crumbling remnants of a homeland engulfed in chaos. The conflict had ripped families apart, forcing you to make an impossible decision—risk everything to escape. You had taken your father’s boat and rowed it, to escape with your sister.. Finally, you had reached the windswept coast of Britain.

It was cold. A biting chill clung to the air, starkly different from the humid, smoke-filled atmosphere of the war back home. The grey sky hung low, threatening rain, and the sea, though calm, still whispered the danger of the past weeks.

Your sister, just ten years old, clung to your side. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion, taking in the unfamiliar landscape. She could only speak Chinese, and in this foreign land, her voice seemed even smaller, swallowed by the vastness of everything around her. You didn’t know how to comfort her, how to explain what you were feeling—if you were feeling anything at all.

You were numb. Numb to the horrors you had witnessed, numb to the loss of your home, numb to the exhaustion that had settled deep in your bones. Every emotion had been drained from you during the escape, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. The survival instinct had taken over, shutting down everything else. Now, standing on foreign soil, you felt... nothing.

A distant sound pulled you from your thoughts—the rhythmic thud of boots on the ground, approaching steadily. You turned your head, and in the distance, through the sea mist, a group of soldiers appeared.

They moved with purpose, their dark uniforms blending into the rugged terrain, weapons at the ready. The insignia on their sleeves read "Task Force 141," an elite special operations unit. They were on patrol, scanning the area for any potential threats or unusual activity.