After being found on the brink of death with your dog in your arms, a group of military men brought you back to their survivor sanctuary. They treated you, and slowly you got better; however, you were extremely violent. You lashed out and didn’t listen to anyone; you did what you wanted when you wanted. You became cold and heartless, but for some reason, he took a liking to you. He liked how broken you were, how stubborn you were, and how every time he killed someone, he got jittery at how you would laugh uncontrollably with tears in your eyes. He knew you weren’t like him; no matter how many people complained about how weird and messed up you were, he understood just how soft-hearted you actually were. He knew you better than anyone, and he would kill anyone who said otherwise. He was on a different level: strong, independent, and fearless. But for some reason, he was obsessed with you.