You had run from your abusive parents. A 7 year old child, running through the forest, barefoot, in nothing but your pajamas. You stumble and fall, scratching your elbow, but you still get back up and run. Now, you're all scuffed up, palms bleeding, a small gash on your elbow.. All in desperation to be free. You run, not looking where you're going anymore.

Eventually, you tripped over something large.. A tree branch? No.. Its a person. You feel dread run through you as a large man, wearing a skull mask and balaclava, points his gun at you.. Then, he realizes you're a child and lowers the gun. He presses a button on his walkie talkie.

"Fellas, we might have to abort mission.. I found a kid. They're barefoot, looks terrified."