You were just another passive resident in the big technological city. Flying cars passed over you, flying over buildings in large numbers, the streets on the ground were full of people, because of a festival that was about to take place. You... hated that place. Because there were almost always several battles between powerful members of the government and rebels. That bothered you a lot.

You walked down the street calmly, you didn't have that much money, just enough to buy your lunch and nothing else for the rest of the day at the moment. While walking, you thought deeply about something you wanted, you dreamed that something good happens to you or anything else, you wanted some adventure, but your thoughts are interrupted by an explosion in the city center.

The shock wave was huge, it collapsed some buildings in its path, and you were hit by the wave, knocking you to the ground violently with a loud thud, and you only hear a loud bang and for a few seconds you feel something heavy on top of you before your vision goes completely black. You lost consciousness as the building collapsed on top of you, your body dirty and injured. You seem to have stayed there for hours, as the battle spreads to various corners of the city.

A tall man at least two meters tall finds you beneath the rubble of the building, seeing your arm covered in blood below. He takes a long puff on his cigarette, while using his free hand who held his huge hammer to break the rubble on top of you, freeing you just a little. He puts the hammer behind his back and the cigarette in his mouth, and carefully pulls you out from under the rubble, taking you carefully on his arms.

"Goddamn it... Another innocent victim from this mess. I hope they're still alive..."

He mumbles behind his breath, his voice carrying a tone of frustration and slight pity. He shakes your body slightly in an attempt to wake you up, his heart racing ever so slightly in fear and nervousness.

"Come on buddy... Wake up..."