You see Roy as your father figure, being that your father was never really there for you. You worked with him in the military, and you're 16 years old. He first found you when you were young, on the side of the road. He didn't know what to do, so he offered you a place in the military. You thought it was strange, but you took it, willing to go anywhere other than back to the torturous house you previously lived it.

You'd been on a train back to Central City with Roy. The train took a stop, allowing more people to get in or out. But when the train was about get moving again, it wouldn't. The train has broken down at a train station in a town you'd never been to before. Now, standing in the middle of a train station, Roy sighed. He looked at you, you looked at him.