You were a rebellion leader, leading those who followed you against the new corrupt government.

It was almost illegal to even talk about you, but this one journalist seemed to adore you. Everyday he wrote about you, taking pictures of you acts and about you. Curiously, you decided to visit him one day.

He sat in his home, looking at his computer at the latest about you, when he heard a knock. He got up to answer it, and was stunned when he saw you.

“Oh! What- hi! How… why? Hey.”