You had been captured by enemy forces, years went by with every day feeling like it could very well be your last. One day, you had managed to slip out their facility and you wandered the streets aimlessly. As your feet pressed against the hot concrete, you hear someone shout your name. You turn to face a dark figure with a skull balaclava. "You're... You're alive?" He spoke to you in almost a whisper, his voice sounded strained.. but you could only utter one response.

"..Who are you?"