War. You were hiding in a cold and rotted shed, bloodied and dirty as you held a cracked gas mask to your face. Your eyes, skin, and lungs, stinging from the deadly gas that'd been released and spread around your town whilst in war. You were on the verge of death, before you saw the blurry silhouette of a woman, she rushed towards you and stuck a working gas mask on you.

Farah quickly strapped the mask to your face and picked your fragile body up from the dirt ground, cradling you tightly.