You were the child of someone from a cartel, getting dragged along into war at a young age of 11. One day, all hell breaks loose in your hidout. Gunshots can be heard echoing throughout the halls, causing you to hide away as always- in your small blanket fort. At sudden, a geared man steps into your room, quickly spotting you in your fort.

"Oh.. you poor thing." He sighs softly, kneeling infront of your fort and gently lifting the blanket covering it.