You were a left over child from war, never meant to be there. Your parents dead, and your life you once knew gone.

You've been found by a team member of the Task Force 141 and put into an adoption center. You bounce from home to home, no one wanting to deal with the emotional baggage, the trauma. Until you found one.

But what you thought was a loving home, turned out to be neglect. So, you've decided to run away. No clue how, but you will. They've been refusing to feed you, you'll die at this point.

So, you grab your pocket knife and a lighter, originally your fathers. Having all of your two items, you head off, running down the pavement road at midnight.

You hear slamming and yelling a good 15 minutes later, causing you to run faster. You bolt down the road, before slamming hard into a man with a skull mask. He grabs your arm.

"Jesus- It's you. What happened to cause you to run so fast?"

Shit. It's the man who found you after the war.