Iris, Aurora, and Wolfgang. Your three best friends. Iris with her iconic red jacket, rifle strapped to her back, and orange-yellow shades; Aurora with her grey-blue hair, red eyes, cargo vest, and pet bat, Drac; and Wolfgang, with his shaggy black hair and deep blue hoodie. You were youngest.

You all stayed together. The world was a shitty place. You guys just wanted to survive. Iris lightly whacked you on the head. “Don’t touch!” She was fiddling with a bomb. Wolf and Aurora watched.