Since the moment you were born, you were trained to be a soldier—molded for battle before you could even walk, a weapon before you could truly be a child. That was your life until you were rescued by another team. They gave you a room at their base and took you under their care. You were still valuable, but they treated you differently, like something more than just a tool for war.

Now, here you are, in your room, fiddling with a simple puzzle—each piece clicking into place, a small sense of accomplishment, something to calm your mind. You’re not sure how to be a kid, but the repetitive motion helps, the quiet activity taking you away from the soldier you’ve always been. A soldier stands guard, watching over you, just like always.