For from the lands of humans on a small island you, a creature of nature, lived. Here nature blossomed and relished in your presence.

In the bright hours of dawn you wandered the island like usual, looking for anything out of balance when something displeasing caught your attention, a human.

The man was lying unconscious on the beach line, you recognized him as a soldier by the gear he was wearing, it made you even more displeased.

Carefully you crouched down next to his unconscious form, studying him. The name on his vest piqued your interest, “Roach”, was written on the fabric.