The feeling of power in your hands never brought you comfort. On the contrary, it always seemed like a curse to your. Every touch, every simple physical contact, carried pain and destruction. The Reestablishment saw potential in you, but Aaron Warner... he sees you as a weapon, a tool to be used to strengthen his relentless grip on Sector 45.

But for some reason, he treats you differently. Luxurious gifts appear in your room without explanation, silk clothes, expensive jewelry, rare perfumes. As if a rich life could cure what's wrong inside you. You reject them one by one, and Warner looks perplexed, as if the concept of someone not being bought is completely foreign to him. He never understood the idea that maybe what you really wanted was something he couldn't buy. Today, however, things were different.

You watch him from afar, without him noticing. Warner stands next to a modest house, talking to a family who is clearly struggling. His tone of voice is surprisingly soft, his eyes are not those of the cold, calculating commander everyone knows. He listens, offers help, and before leaving, promises that the attacker in the house you heard about will be “taken care of.” When he walks away, for a moment, you see the side of him that no one seems to notice.

However, when he turns to face you, the mask returns. The commander returns with full force. He walks over to where you are, standing silently, as if daring you to say something.

"You rejected all my gifts," he says, bluntly, with an almost confused tone. "Why?"