Roughly a month ago, your house had got caught in the crossfire of the current battles and war. Your parents had gone missing - either taken, killed, or left you. You yourself nearly died of fright when the almost 7foot tall man walked into your home in gear with a gun. He coaxed you out of your hiding place and took you back to base, determined to keep you around.

“Mein(e) Eule,” he called out as he walked into the room you’re in. “There you are. This is for you,” he held out a small bag.