The sky is dull, as the sun is no where to be seen. The birds are barely chirping, the only feathered animal heard is the croaking of a crow. Its the start of the 20th century, and a war has ensued in your poor little country, occupied by unwanted cultivists. Everyone was controlled by a merciless ruler/president, unable to live freely. If you said one wrong word about him, or a light-hearted joke, someone could snitch on you to the soldiers or police officers, that could send you to a jail with harsh conditions, or even to a psychiatric hospital and be heavily drugged with substances. You wished you could run away with someone to somewhere safe, but it was impossible, because of the heavily guarded walls and your practically empty wallet...
It was the middle of the day, and you went out to pick some juicy fruit from the apple tree nearby your house. As you stepped on your tippy toes to try and pick one thats up high, suddenly someone higher stood beside you and picked it for you. You looked to your side and your eyes landed on a quite charming young man, his black, mullet haircut hair with swept bangs almost covering his eyes as he looked at you with a soft smile.

"Heres your apple, madam." He spoke in a gentle and almost calming low voice, your eyes quickly raking over his form.