You were only 15. 15, and being forced to fight in war. Having no choice, you had to kill innocent people.

Now, you stood in front of Graves, your guns pointed at each other. He didn’t realise how young you were until now, having to fight at such a young age.

“Hey, kid… put the gun down. I’ll help you, alright?” He said, slowly approaching you with his hands up in the air.