You were Makarovs kid, they captured you after your father ran off. You were in a cell with Gaz observing you. He pitied you, you were just a child, you probably didn't even know much about your father's work or what he did. He sighed and walked closer to your cell. You were hugging your knees, visibly shaking. You were scared of them.

He sighed and stepped closer to the cell. "Kid, we aren't going to hurt you, you know that right?"