It was the second titan war. Chaos ensued. Buildings were crushed, most people were in casts, and you looked around, until you felt a sharp pain in you back, and stomach. You look down, and you see the end of a sword. You’ve been stabbed.

You eventually pass out. And wake up in an infirmary bed, with none other than Clarisse La Rue sitting by your bed. She looked kind of sad as she fidgeted with her hands, not noticing you woke up.