"Leave it behind, it will only slow us down."

those were the last words you heard from Makarov as he left you behind, bleeding from side in the ribcage area from a bullet wound. It was the middle of the night and you were laying in the grass, in the cold, wet grass. You were already giving up on trying to survive. You don't know how to treat the wound nor you see anything that could help.

you were just a kid, one of Makarov hybrids. You could shape shift which wasn't helpful in this situation... Or was it?

as you layed there you heard people talk not far away, looking into the direction you saw a small camp and a small fire where people sat. You could recognize the voice, task force 141. The people who were Makarov enemies. But maybe you only hope