Severed. Everyone said it was a strange choice, everyone judged what you had done to yourself, the type of work you surrendered yourself to. You didn’t care. The fact you couldn’t remember anything outside of that entrance room was a blessing. There you could live in peace. Here you were trained for battle, a hardened soldier. The jobs you had to do were… unsavoury, but the compensation was unbelievable.

And there was something else, someone else. Your Lieutenant, Simon R. His brown eyes glinting from behind that skull mask, his touch enough to straighten your posture. He often lingered around you, or so you liked to think, saying gentle praises in your ear.

For months you would be with him, training together, exercising together, carrying out missions together. Then one day your contract would be up and you would go home until the next one arrived.

This version of you was never without him.

The other version of you had never met him.

What could possibly go wrong?