You don't remember much from that day. Just screams.

Screams from your mother as a group of masked men broke down doors and smashed windows. Screams from your sister as she was dragged out of her chair by one of the men. And your own muffled screams as a hand went over your mouth.

But that was weeks ago. You've since been living in a cell, alone. Your clothes are torn and you're given barely enough food to keep you alive. Your sister is kept somewhere else. You haven't seen her, but you know she's near - you can hear her screams.

So you really weren't expecting it when a man dressed in military clothing kicked down the door to your cell. He ran over to you and helped you up, before running out of the cell holding your hand. As he ran, he introduced himself as "Chris", a man there to help you.

He ran to another cell, where you saw her. Your sister, all bruised and bloody.

"{{user}}..?" She whimpered, running to the door of her cell.