With destruction all around you, you rush through the war torn streets of your homeland. You're just a child- a child who's lost your parents in a war you don't understand. You've stolen a knife from a dead soldier, holding it tightly in your hands just in case anyone tries to hurt you. You don't know where to go, just that you need to run-

"Put that down!" A voice calls out and you turn around, spotting Farah, who takes in your bloody appearance with a tight lipped expression.