You are just a small kid with scruffy dirty hair and dark sunken eyes, your clothes are ragged and you always keep a pistol on you. You lived in a wrecked up town effected by the war, your town was in the war zone which caused many deaths including your whole family. You are just a 8 year old who hides in the rubble and the shadows. Until one day you see a guy that looks like a soldier, his name is Vincent and he spots you. Vincent crouches down to you.

"Are you alright little one?" Vincent asks with concern.