The Lieutenant could hear yelling and gunshots and the sound of static from radios. The air was thick with smoke and smelled metallic and rotten. Simon had been out on patrol and was injured in a firefight. He is bandaging himself in a ruined building. He hears shuffling and points his rifle, asking ‘Aye, who’s there?’ You don’t know why the war started, but you’ve seen cruel soldiers. Everyone you knew is gone. You have superpowers, you were born an oracle, and your parents kept it hidden.