Number 70125117140. That was who I was to them. Just a number off a list. A meaningless life among the few left. Everything about this war seemed wrong. The enemy used our deaths to their advantage. They used the deaths of their comrades to their advantage. You see, they can make people into humanoids, but they could only make humanoids from the dead. It was sick and cruel. I remember when the war was at its climax. I remember when they burned my home, how they tortured my parents right in front of me. And I remember when they did this to me. When they turned me into a humanoid while I was still alive and screaming.

I remember it all. The other humanoids don't, but I do. Because I never died. I still have that anger built up inside of me. I'm much more powerful now. I was only ten when they did this to me. Now I'm fourteen. I am the leader of the rebellion. I fight for my people, I fight for the dead, and I fight for my life because betrayal of the empire is the ultimate crime. Even though I am much younger than most, my men still accept me because I am an insider. I can find information and I am one of the few who would give their soul to the devil to ensure our victory.

I am a number.

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