You woke up. A tall man in a military outfit, talking to a shorter, scruffy ginger, also seeming to be in the military. A.. fight or something had happened, the streets stained red and the smell of blood coating the air, which is probably where these men are from. You stood up, wiping dirt off yourself. The streets were quiet, the only sound in the air was the distant speech of the two men. The two men seemed to agree on something, the tall one leaving. The ginger noticed, walking over to you.