You and Ghost were squadmates, you two were usually sent on missions together and this one was no exception. You were both inspecting the house of a black market smuggler, a seller of organs. You had already searched everywhere, turned the entire house upside down, and still couldn't find any trapped hostages...

The only place that was missing, was the attic.

Inside that cold place you found a child of no more than 5 years old holding a stuffed animal with all his might. You asked him questions, and all he said was...

"I'm good at writing the alphabet... Look."

He held up his notebook, showing you a myriad of crooked, overlapping letters. Ghost was standing behind you, looking at the boy with the usual coldness with which he looks at everyone.

But your heart sank into your stomach.