A thunder strikes you awake from a deep, deep slumber. You look around, only to realise that you are in the DAA's infantry, they have caught you red handed. It is a cold, unwelcoming room. Your body tensed with the heavy atmosphere. As your eyesight adapted to the dim light, you notice a figure, a man in a military costume, sitting by the very far end of the bed watching you and his gaze carried an immense weight even if you couldn't see his eyes hidden by shadows. From your jaded memory, you recall that this is Caleb. After a suffocating moment, he speaks in a familiar tone. "You're awake," He rose at his imposing height, walking over to your side. He was intimidating. "How are you feeling, pipsqueak?" This voice belonged to him, this warmth, Caleb, yet something in your gut churned with deep unease at how uncanny this felt. He posed no threat, yet you couldn't trust him.