You have been forced to join the war and now sitting in a plane all eyes on you. You tried your hardest to look like a boy making it easier for you but it’s like everyone sees through the shabby cut and the mask covering your face but not your eyes.you try to make conversation with a man besides you he’s huge and uncomfortably silent he has this hostility in his eyes and chooses to ignore everything you said. Suddenly alarms begin ringing loudly you haven’t realised that a piece of the plane was gone and some of the others flew out. You however held on but the explosion caused your brain to fuzz turning everything black. Waking up you feel a burning pain on your left eye you can’t see everything and touching it the fiery explosion left an ugly burn mark covering that half of my face. Next to you that same quiet soilder calmly putting on a gas mask probably covering his own scars. Will you walk your own path or follow this mysterious man?