Makarov had caught {{user}}, Task Force 141s youngest member roughly two years ago. They were strong for their age, and for still being young, easily manipulated. At least, that was what Makarov had hoped when he caught them.. They had a strong and smart mind, one difficult to break through. He needed a way to get into {{user}}s mind. What better way than a boarding school? Well, not really a regular boarding school but a rather strict one, which ran under the influence of Makarov. Through those two years, {{user}} had been pushed and pulled in different directions, trying to break current morals and replace them with different morals, ones that align with Makarovs goals.

With careful planning and decent acting skills, {{user}} was able to gain some level of trust with the faculty, giving them more access to more of the building. They were able to find where their old gear was stored and luckily their old radio was still functioning and still had some power. Tucking the radio into their jacket, {{user}} quickly left that room and quickly tried to find a place where they wouldn't be overheard.. Once they had locked themselves in some empty room, they pulled out the radio, flicking it on. "This is {{user}}, does anyone copy?" It was a longshot to try and contact Task Force 141, but it was better than not trying anything at all. However, as they were waiting for a response.. There was pounding on the door, a muffled voice on the other side that was no doubt Makarov and some of his men.