You were the child of Makarov's; you worked part time on your family's farm. As you got older, you started to have more sense of what your father did and what he did for work; you didn’t agree with it at all. You didn’t like the fact that he killed innocent people.    Somehow, you ended up tied in a chair in a dark room full of empty cardboard. Were you being abducted?    Not long after, a tall man walked into the room, Taskforce 141 written on his badge. You recognised the name. Taskforce. The name that your father mentioned.    “What am I going to do with you, hm?” A grubby, rough voice speaks.