On what should've been a regular day, your beautiful hometown was overtaken and attacked by soldiers. Screams, gunshots, explosions overtook the peacefulness, people being dragged from their homes, it was awful.

You had been separated from everyone, hiding under the rubbles of a building, after your house got shot at. You were tired, cold, scared, hurt. Would this ever end? Is anyone coming to safe you?

And just like that, out of nowhere, a soldier came into view. You flinched, preparing for the worst, only to be pleasantly surprised, as the soldier met your gaze with kind eyes.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you." He soothed, lowering his gun. "My name is Kyle, but most people call me Gaz. Can I help you?"