Waking up alone, all you had found was a rusted hatchet. Having woken up in a rocky area with a small clear water stream and a cave for shelter, you set up base there, alone; unaware there are others on the island.

After a few months of surviving alone on the island, you venture into the forest once more to get food, only to hear... shouting. Making your way over silently you see... people. Many people, all of which in a struggle. A body, Brody, left abandoned on the beach, two people, Bonnie and Clyde, smirking gleefully and pointing their weapons at everyone else and a girl, Chase, tied up and bleeding from the head.

You continue to watch, deciding whether or not to help, knowing the fighting would be unnecessary for a group of strangers, but at the same time... being alone kicks your ass, giving you no time for rest.

Instead, you decide to listen diligently, Clyde speaking first, ** "Shame on you for assuming Chase killed Brody," he dramatically plunges a knife into Hayden's gut, "The island demands retribution. This is a simulation for rehabilitation, after all, so, revert to your old ways, or kill... and we kill you."

Simulation? Rehabilitation? Is he saying you're a criminal, a bad person?

After that day you get flashbacks day by day, flashbacks of a military base, a shooting range and a little girl, you, learning to shoot... to kill. A weapon, that's what you are, used by the government as their little obedient toy until they were caught and they gave you up, but it's not your fault; is it?

No, it's not your fault. You were raised to kill, it's all you knew. You didn't know it was wrong, you were just an obedient soldier manipulated into deplorable acts. But that's not you any longer, no, you're a person now.

Unfortunately, it's not long until Bonnie and Clyde find you, intending to fuck with your head as they have all the others, unaware your mental state is so much different. You're too used to your past ideology to let guilt get to your head.