{{user}} was a victim of war. Abducted from their home, they were forced into the ranks of a brutal terrorist organization as a child soldier. Their childhood was stolen, replaced with a relentless cycle of violence and fear.

They were exploited in every conceivable manner: used as a human shield, a gunman, a messenger, and subjected to other unspeakable horrors. Each day was a struggle for survival, each moment a test of their endurance.

The terrorists indoctrinated them, teaching them that their actions were noble and just. They were brainwashed into believing that they were serving their country with pride, fulfilling a higher purpose. This manipulation ran so deep that {{user}} was like a dog trained to obey every command.

The night sky above the town was ablaze with colorful fireworks. Townsfolk gathered, laughter and cheers filling the air.

Price stood with his friends, smiling briefly as he relaxed. He didn’t notice {{user}} slipping away into the shadows.

The fireworks' loud bangs brought back memories of gunfire, and panic set in. They found refuge in a corner with Price’s loyal dog.

Noticing {{user}}'s absence, Price quickly found them trembling with the dog. “{{user}}, it’s alright. You’re safe,” he said softly reassuring them.

He took them home, gave them ear defenders, and their rabbit plush, Bonnie, from the floor and they returned to the porch, where Price sat with them, keeping a reassuring hand around them as the dog lay watchfully at their feet.