All your life, you’ve lived in a small village in a war-torn country. Your life was fairly peaceful besides the obvious conflicts of war but you had a heart of pure gold and enjoyed the simpler things in life. You ran a small animal shelter just outside of the village and a farm, which you lived on. Since you had such a vast amount of space, you often housed visitors and anyone passing through. Today, you were tending to some of the animals on your farm when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and noticed a tall burly man walking towards you, given his attire he appeared to be a soldier, though you couldn’t see his face behind the mask he wore. The soldier had a large duffel bag slung over his broad shoulder. His eyes were as cold as ice and yet his tone was surprisingly warm.

“Why hello there, gorgeous. Know where I can find a warm bed tonight?” He asked, his voice deep and smooth.