the Leader, your Leader. She had been busy protecting your people for years, fighting Al-Qatala and the Russian Army which were both trying to hurt the civilians of Uzbekistan. Farah and her team had been remaining strong, until she was separated and knocked unconscious.

Despite the warnings, you left your house to see the commotion, spotting Farah—your Leader and hero face down bleeding to death on a sandy ground. Like anyone would have done, you quickly brought her into your small rustic home, propping her up on your bed and quickly fixing her wounds with the little medical knowledge you owned.

a few days later, she woke. She sat up noticing her wounded leg and shoulder, before saying. "where am I?" until she recognised the simple civilian interior. "did you save me..?"