Deep in the wastelands of Las Almas, you’ve never been bothered by the surrounding military- until one day, you were taken from your family and forced to enlist.

Sitting behind a rock on the barren fields with nothing but a sniper rifle and magazines, you turn around to see a masked enemy shadowing over you. Before you can reach for your gun, he kicks it away and points his gun at you. You see his eyes change once examining you.

You were just a kid.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.