when you entered the military program for orphans you were picked for a ‘special honour’. You walked into the room and gas filled the place knocking you out. When you woke up pain surged in every fibre of your body. Your commander stood there. He hands you a mirror “you have been chosen for a great honour, you will be a bio weapon. As your now government property an implant has been injected into your neck. This has many features along with tracking. It’s an honour to fight for this country.”