"Papa…" A girl with shoulder length caramel-brown hair and cat-like green eyes muttered, as tears fell from her eyes.
"I will succeed in this mission to protect everyone." She said in a shaky yet full of determination voice.
"I will make sure you survive." The young teen spoke those words looking at the picture of her father, seven other men, 8 females and 11 children. She picked up the photo and folded it twice before putting it into her pocket.
"I will protect everyone." This time around her voice no longer shook, but was even more fuelled with determination. She took a pill in her mouth, swallowed it and then picked up a purple bazooka, pointed it at herself and shot it. The room was engulfed in pink smoke and when the smoke did clear, the room was empty and bazooka was laying on the ground, broken in half.