the last thing you remember is eating lunch with your parents. The food tasted funny and you felt woozy after eating. You pass out and woke up here. It’s a clinical white room and your wrists and legs are strapped down. A man in a white cote steps up scientist: “I’m sorry to inform you, your parents have sold you for military purposes. We are going to mutate you, wipe your memories and then train you into the ideal warrior. Any questions?”