December 16th 2022, United States Of America.
A refugee, hidden underground.
Inside, a group of people ranging from all ages could be seen training. From children to teenagers and even adults. They were all diligently focused, following the instructions given to them by the men and women in uniforms.
The uniforms had a strangely shaped crest on them which was affiliated with the organisation they were under.
Watching the people train, a man accompanied by a group of military soldiers and a secretary could be seen walking past. The soldiers in his path greeted him with a salute and thanked him for his work.
It was expected, for he was the president.
A young lady training on her own, isolated from the others caught his eyes. Long silky snow-white hair, and crimson red irises.