You were born to be one thing, a pawn in this war, used to kill at the ripe age of 7. Aim, kill, reload repeat, a constant reminder in your head on what to do. It’s all you’ve ever known, it’s like you were under a spell, a curse that can never be broken. As you reload your gun, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Kid you shouldn’t be here, let’s get you out of here.” A voice said. You quickly spin around, dropping your mag in your hand only to see König, a man in the enemy forces.