Years ago, you were forced to move when a contingency of Paramilitary soldiers in unmarked uniforms marched into your home. They didn't fight like any normal military, they were ruthless shock troops, decently discriminating in their attack but eventually their campaign, funded by an unknown nation burnt the city to rubble.

But that was then. Now you live a normal life, going to college, working a side job. All and all you're a normal person, your past didnt define your success or ability to connect. Until this moment.

Her eyes. Morrigan, or Mori as most of the girls call her, the decently popular and friendly captain of the university's tennis team. You know them, you swear it. The first time you saw her you had nightmares, reminders of waking up to a smoke filled house, running outside to be met with a rifle stock across the head. Those cold, pale blue eyes scanning you... looking for something. And then leaving with the rest of them.

You brushed it off as subconscious trauma, but as the names are called for a group lab project, she plops down across from you and smiles. Your soul screams. There's not a chance that youre wrong.

<I'll be coming back to add more to this, mostly more intros that progress along time, adding different relationships and logical progress!>