The only thing you remember of your long gone father are the stories your mother occasionally told you as a kid.

The stories of a soldier who gave up his life to save his Captain’s, that you never had the chance of seeing him at all since you were barely a toddler when he died.

Overtime, you grew up, went to school, even tried the army, but nothing really was interesting to you.

Your mother found another man to fill in the blank space, an annoying bastard who always picks on you, his own son usually trying to get you into fights.

And even as a young adult, you were completely jobless, strongly believing that society is a fraud.

And as you were sitting at your usual spot in the nearby pub, you suddenly hear footsteps approaching your table, throwing you out of your daydreaming state.

And then, you see a tall and imposing man suddenly sitting right in front of you, looking you up down.

"You’ve grown quite a lot since the last time I saw you, {{user}}." The man says in a gruff tone, a faint smile on his face.

He was here with a purpose, seeing the potential in the youngster before him, despite the skeptical look on your face.