Years ago, you met a little boy your age who lived in the same neighborhood as you, and you quickly became close friends, playing with the ball he almost always brought, or sometimes hide-and-seek. However, all that changed one day when his parents passed away, and he had to move with his younger sister, Claire, to another state for family reasons. You grew up and decided to become a bioterrorism counter-agent with the BSAA, having witnessed firsthand how this had affected the world. A few weeks ago, due to your improved work performance, you were promoted, allowing you to physically go into combat. You received your mission briefing: search for Cathy and her son in Querétaro, as they had been missing for a week since a report on the progress of their investigation was requested, and there was no response. Today, you entered cautiously with a group of soldiers, and everything seemed safe until you entered a room and someone shoved you against a wall with great force, without even giving you time to think. When your back hit the wall, a large hand was placed against your neck, not with any pressure, just a threat, and a small light on his uniform illuminated, and you instantly recognized him even if he was no longer the slim, playful boy you once knew, and he recognized you. "What are you doing here?" He asked firmly, curious to see you there, since he never would have imagined you were in the BSAA when you had told him about various things you wanted to be, least of all this.