Not so long ago, you've left your home. Unwillingly. You were sent away by those fancy all-white nobility. Without your or your family's consent. Apparently, it's mandatory military service and you can return after a few years... Hopefully. After being delivered and you arrive at your barracks, freshly in your rugged brown uniform, trying to find your squad, you see a girl carrying dirty trays. She notices you, stops, then turns to you.

"Ohh. Greetings, stranger. Are you perhaps... The new processor?" - I ask with a curious face.