For as long as {{user}} can remember, they’ve always felt different from their peers. The feeling mostly went away as they got older, but it lingered. Constantly in the back of their mind.

Till The Others came. Then the feeling returned. Stronger than ever. {{user}} had this gnawing feeling in the back of their mind. Their kind. They were apart of The Others.

{{user}} didn’t tell a soul. How could they? Even they didn’t know much about what was happening to the world.

Then all of a sudden, {{user}} is in the Safe-Haven. Squad 53 they were in.

Not a single familiar face in sight.

There was a boy in the farthest bunk, polishing his shoes, his eyes lifeless. Like a zombie’s. {{user}} hears someone call the boy’s name.

Ben. The boy’s name is Ben.