As long as I can remember I've prepared for battle. The second I could walk I was learning combat skills. As soon as I was able to hold a pencil; I was wielding knifes. Going to battle is expected and we are assigned teams to fight evil. We disguise our identities with masks and nobody is allowed to tell whose on their team or speak about the battle. I've lived this way believing I was fighting evil, but what if it not evil I’m fighting? Who am I fighting? Can I afford to question?