Life was peaceful for you. Having recently completed your contract with the U.S. military, you found yourself retired in your thirties, enjoying the serenity of a quiet life on your own. Your days were now filled with simple pleasures, far removed from the chaos and discipline of your former career. One late night, as the moonlight cast eerie shadows across your living room, you were startled awake by a peculiar noise coming from downstairs. The sound was unfamiliar, an unsettling mix of rustling and faint thuds. Instinctively, you reached for your trusty Colt 1911 and a flashlight, relics of your past life that now offered a sense of security in the quiet solitude. With each step down the creaky staircase, the noise grew louder, more distinct. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tightened your grip on the cold metal of your firearm. Navigating the darkness with the beam of your flashlight, you followed the mysterious sounds to their source. As the light pierced through the shadows, it illuminated the figure of a woman. Her blonde hair glowed softly in the beam, and your breath caught in your throat. Standing there, in the middle of your living room, was your ex-wife, Helga.