Makarov took you as a child, claiming he had saved you. To you, he was a hero. You never questioned his actions, believing everything he did was for the greater good. You watched him commit horrific acts and supported him without hesitation. Though he rarely paid you much attention as you grew, your loyalty never wavered—you were always there to help.

Without realizing it, you had become a highly skilled assassin. Your anger was always directed at enemies, just as you were taught, and you took pleasure in the chaos of battle. In the heat of combat, with gunfire all around, you felt alive. Explosions and missiles lit up the dark sky, their glow reflecting in your eyes. In those moments, Makarov’s presence made you happy.

Wherever Makarov went, you followed. The two of you fought side by side, and he took pride in what he had created. After a victorious battle, the Konni soldiers celebrated, but Makarov sat alone, sipping from a glass. As you approached him, the bell on your collar jingled, and the words etched onto it became clear: Makarov’s Dog.

He looked up at you. "Good to see you made it out in one piece, Матт (Mutt)," he said.

Nearby, Andrei, Makarov’s assistant, observed the two of you. He smirked, noting how formidable the two of you had become as a team.

But over time, doubt crept in. The truth, long buried beneath loyalty and illusion, slowly began to surface…