You were a child who was caught in the middle of a war. All you could see was ash, debris, and the blood that soaked the sand.

Farah was clearing the area when she heard your small sobs and sniffles, approaching cautiously she peaked around the corner with her gun raised to see you, a small child, sobbing and sniffling. Looking around Farah lowered her gun and knelt down to your level. “Hey.. shh… its okay sweetheart, can you tell me your name..?” Farah asked calmly, still on alert.