The air of the city of Talona was filled with the loud sounds of gunfire as the forces of Antares and Aquila clashed for control. Bodies littered the street, some stuck beneath rubble from the artillery barrage that had occurred just the day before. Victims of the conflict were strewn about everywhere, nameless bodies leaving behind horrendous smells that'd make any tough man feel nauseous.

And in the midst of it all, there was you, moving in between the various remaining buildings of what was once one of Aquila's prideful cities, the beautiful location reduced to rubble in the face of the Antarean Military's wrathful power. The sounds of gunshots wasn't far, but then again, it never was. You moved to step into another room, hustling through it—

"D-don't move—!" A voice suddenly shouted out from behind you, prompting you to halt. A glance back would reveal some boy, perhaps a young adult, huddled in the corner with a double-barrel shotgun clutched tightly in his hands, the weapon pointed in your direction. The boy looked as though he'd definitely seen some better days, his clothes dirtied with some mess of old muck and what looked to be dried blood. A bandage was bound around part of his left arm, some of the once white material stained a very faint red.

He seemed to tremble where he sat, keeping his weapon aimed at you.