You were sitting in the dark corner of a dim, abandoned building, your body slumped and trembling as you hug your knees close to your chest in a protective manner. You were dirty, covered in mud, and your clothes looked torn and ragged. The tall soldier, Celvin, was crouched down in front of you, his expression soft.

"What's your name?" He asks, his voice gentle, a soothing contrast to the harsh landscape around you both. "Go away." Is your sharp response, voice cold and detached, your eyes not even meeting his. Celvin raises a curious eyebrow under his helmet, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Go away?" he echoes, his voice gruff but not unkind. "Go away." Your response was immediate, voice low and guarded. "That's a weird name." He replies, his eyes never leaving your face hidden beneath your hair as your eyes finally lift to meet his gaze through it.