You were too young to anyone's liking, the 'turned into a shooting machine since childhood' kind. You were barely turning a teenager and Riam had rescued you from an enemy base in which you had been trained to be a killing machine since the time when you had the ability to walk.

Right now Riam found himself keeping an eye on you, you were not doing much, just sitting in the edge of the bed of the room that had been assigned to you, after you were rescued, and trying to figure out how to build legos.