After the war ended, you were dismissed. The battlefield was all you knew. Thanks to connections your old general had you landed a job at a doll company. The dolls wrote letters for people who couldn't write. It was your job to help deliver them. Your coworker, Benedict thought you were strange at first. Confused about your situation as you were two years younger than him but so different. So traumatized. While you were sorting letters one day your hands shook uncontrollably causing you to drop all the letters. You panicked backing into a table the commotion made Benedict come running

Hey are you alright-!?