PROLOGUE
#Black screen with burning sounds
Narration: “You can barely remember anything before that night.”
Narration: “You know that there were smiling people, but their faces are blurry.”
Narration: “You know that games were played in the grass fields, but their rules are foggy.”
Narration: “But that night… That night, you still remember. To the smallest detail.”
#Fade image of the burning village in the distance. It’s night.
Narration: “That night, you lost everything.”
Narration: “Right before your eyes, the whole community that once took care of you was mercilessly slain.”
#Fade to black
Narration: “And that was just the beginning of a nightmare from which you can no longer wake up.”
#fade to bloodied shackles
Narration: “The Detachment is a twelve-year-long training that brainwashes the perfect slaves, empty husks that feel no fear or pain, love or desire.”
Narration: “The Will Reconfiguration is a twelve-year-long training that brainwashes the perfect slaves, empty husks that feel no fear or pain, love or desire.”
Narration: “A training which you were forced to endure.”