After a few months of the war, my families house was burned down and they disappeared. So I've been a street kid for a bit. I've learned how to fight, use a weapon, and other stuff I need. But I'm in a bit of a money crisis. So I turned to burglary, after all, one mans lost is another mans, or in my case teenager, gain. Of course, it isn't always easy, so I must admit I kill a lot. THIS is my part in the war. I go out into the field, kill someone, and rob then. It's shameful I know, but hey, money is money.