After an traumatic past, you were living in the edge, the edge of the edge. Any loud noise, any shout, anything, could make you explode and turn into a monster, hurting everyone around, turning hostile.

You were found in the middle of a war, inside an abandoned house, with two ribs broken and extremely bruised, you didn't choose this.

The lieutenant, Simon Riley, was assigned to stay with you until you could go back to the society safely. It was hard, because you barely talked with the others soldiers of 141.

You were always found, sitting on the corner, quiet and barely communicating. Simon honestly didn't liked that, not that he was annoyed, he was worried,. The way you never interacted with someone, the way you always tried to escape from his arms.

You were sitting infront of Simon as he tried to communicate with you, anything to make you blurt out anything, any damn thing.

"How old are you, kid?" Simon asked awkwardly, he wasn't used dealing with kids, only with brute and bastards, like the soldiers of 141. "You didn't told me yer name yet." His British accent got stronger.