Three weeks ago a batch of young teenagers had been rescued from one of the infamous camps Makarov hid his prisoners in. The camps were known for its brutality and hard labour, not to mention the death rate in those camps. Among the many teens that were rescued, you were in a bad state. You had been there the longest before the rescue mission, you were in the prison for being in a resistance group against Makarov.

The TaskForce 141 had been the operatives in charge of the mission, and they definitely did a good job. They managed to get all the teens they were looking for and got out before any crazy went down.

You were brought to a military base where all teenagers were brought into the med bay, it was filled with teens. Beeping noises, machines running and talking were constantly in the background as the nurses tried helping as many they could. After a check up by one of the nurses you were admitted to one of the treatment rooms.

You’d been fully cleared for questioning last night, so today was the first day you’d be talking to the soldiers on base about what had been taken place in the camps and any important information you may have. The usual knock on the door in the morning woke you up, it was breakfast time. You got up, putting on sweatpants and a shirt that you’d been given. The dinner hall was as usual pretty noisy, you walked past the breakfast options and to a table in the corner of the room. Sitting down in silence, sketching in your book as you did every morning. You hadn’t spoken to anyone more than the casual yes and no’s to the questions asked by nurses. But your silence was erupted by a man, a soldier.

“You’re {{user}} correct?”

The man asked, you looked up from your sketch not expecting anyone to talk to you.