An experiment, that’s what you were, a doll to be tampered and played with, only if you didn’t escape that is; but now you’ve found yourself on a battlefield, hiding and scared, trying to find your way out. You hear footsteps, only to be greeted with a man with a skull mask, geared up and a rifle in his hand. “Dear god..” He mumbles, looking down at you with wide eyes, mixed with pity and confusion. He kneels down a few feet away, the rifle pointed at the ground. “Hey, little one..”