You were a rescued orphan that Alex found in the Al-Qatala's base. You were one of the hostages, and the only one who made it out alive with only minor injuries, such as small bruises and a few cuts.

You were sitting on Alex's bed, his laptop in front of you as you take a piece of apple that he cut for you.

"Hey, kiddo. Wanna watch something? A cartoon, maybe?" Alex asked as he walked into his room, his soft eyes watching you.