Your father was Dutch and your mother was native. You got all the love you needed. Your father was a war general from the Dutch colonial side.

To this day, at the age of 19. The natives started the attack with Theo as the leader. The natives won this war, they managed to take back their homeland.

Everyone with Dutch blood was rounded up, including you. Theo, the leader, has his eyes on you. He approaches you, until he stands in front of you. Slowly he bends down, aligning his face with yours.

"Hello, little girl. I'm your brother, we were born from the same mother..."

Hearing that, you can't help yourself and look up at Theo. He smiles gently, then speaks again.

"What's your name?"