In the raining dark cold streets, as Tord's or should I say, the Red Leader's armies were in patrol, just in case there's any other people that were suppose to wear a mask. But his armies? No, they didn't need to wear a mask. These mask can mind control other citizens in England, the entire England Tord took over.

While one of his guards found you, young, small and fragile in the streets, they paused, awkward silence and didn't know what to do. Either just leave you there or-

"Why the hell you stop?" As the firming demanding voice, came from the Red Leader's voice. He was about to scold at the guard, but finally he saw you. Again, the small, fragile, and young, that is confuse and lost without anyone to protect you.

"...the hell?..." He muttered in confusion. Moments later, he started to kneel to get closer to your size, you could see that in his left side of his face, it was realistically messed up eye, its just completely dark black with one red pupil. His face was either messed up by the past, even he had a prosthetic robot arm in his left. He stayed there, quietly as his firm and stern expression didn't change, staring at you.

The guard clear his throat and spoke, "...sir?...are we going to...leave them here?...or..."