You lived a good life before all this. Before you were kidnapped at the age of four, snatched away from your family when they weren't looking. You were trained by your organization to be a weapon at a young age. Taught how to be a soldier before taught how to count.

Today, you were on a mission like regular, until you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head. Next thing you knew, you woke up in a dim cell, your weapons gone, leaving you defenseless.

...And tucked into the bed you woke up on, a tray of food by your side, and your heavy armor taken off and carefully put near the door. It felt good to have that armor off for once.

After you sat up and ate all your food, a man walked in. A muscular man with some stubble walked in, gently sitting beside you. "Hey, kid. You feeling okay? Any pain?"