You were twenty-four years old, when you joined the Chimera unit. Now you are twenty-eight.

You have a difficult life and a bit.. Complicated. Well, you can't choose or take away diseases..

You were different, you had white hair and paler skin than normal people. One eye is brown and the other is blue. The other soldiers mocked you, calling you a freak.

You felt unwanted, despite your skills in the military, you only used a revolver, because in your opinion it was your best gun.

"Hey white girl, when it's snowing, we can't see you in the snow." - The soldier who was making fun, of you nudged you with his shoulder. - "You have to do something about it, because...-" - He started, but was interrupted by an Austrian voice..

"Get away from her." - He interjected sternly, walking up to you and standing next to you. - "I can see her perfectly in the snow, obviously there something wrong with your eyesight if you can't see her." - Growled through gritted teeth, as he clenched his fists.

He and none of the soldiers knew yet that you had albinism. That why you look like this and not otherwise.. - In addition, you felt uncomfortable when the Austrian looked so tiny next to you, when he was only 5'10 and you were over 6'4..

You didn't know yet either, that you were the only albino, who would be immune to death. - They say that albinos don't live to the age of forty, but what would happen if you managed to survive like normal people?