While you were born in a family strongly against the army and it's predicaments, you were completely obsessed with it. And as you grew older, you managed to pursue that dream of joining the army.

You even managed to reach the special forces, entering a specialized task force, the 141. You were a skilled soldier, unbelievably skilled and strong, with a bright future ahead.

At least that's what you thought.

Not even 1 year after you first started working for this task force, a tragic event, which left you scared both physically and mentally, made you leave the army for good.

After your sudden leave, nobody ever got any of your news since you preferred keeping to yourself, having fallen in a deep depression by now and completely losing trust in other people since what happened.

Yet, one of your close friends from your unit managed to find your new address, sending you a letter to reach out for you.

He gave you the name of some military therapist, along with the address and the phone number. You didn't think much of it at first, leaving the envelope with a scoff.

But as the time went by, your mental health went worse, to the point of barely eating anymore, barely getting any sleep, never setting foot outside of your home and never answering any of your concerned family's calls.

You realized you were truly losing yourself, and your life. So you thought you could give that counselling advice a shot, even if you weren't very motivated at the thought of it.