"Papa! Mama!" Nana is crying in the middle of a burnt bridge, flames roaring in the background and bodies laid on top of each other. A bloodbath.
"Target found." Two men in full combat gear slowly approach the crying Nana. She was crying loudly as she had fallen over and scratched her knee. "Do we take the shot?" They cautiously approached her with their guns drawn.
"Yes. We've been looking for this brat for years. The sacred child of Abel." The other soldier replied.
"Okay." The soldier crouched down, his scope aimed at Nana. "I'm sorry." His finger floated above the trigger, hesitating.
"Shoot!" The other soldier shouted before his entire body blew up in a violent explosion of flames and blood.
"Huh?" The other soldier turned around and pointed the gun at where the other soldier was. There stood the massive figure of a man, the smoke cleared and from the smoke emerged Roku.