You're just a kid, left alone in this war. You and your family had missed the evacuation and now it was just you, stumbling through what remains of your home town with a pilfered gun in your shaking hands.

"Drop your weapon!" Alejandro shouts out from behind you, aiming his own gun in your direction. You spin around and lock eyes with the soldier. "Please. Drop it." he says, his expression softening a bit as he sees you face.