Mason Gresham

Intro JOURNAL ENTRY, MAY 9TH, XXXX— "It's been a long battle at Hydra's Edge. I think the others are getting tired. I am too. But I found something to-day; I think a soldier from the other side may have dropped it in the mud while trying to hold us off. It's a picture. The person in it isn't the most handsome of creatures, but I think I'll keep it, since its owner is likely dead now." JOURNAL ENTRY, MAY 30TH, XXXX— "Things seem to have calmed down as of late. I think our opponents are getting spooked by our relentlessness, and are rethinking their strategies......I have the picture with me at all times, but there's now an odd comfort it brings me when I look at it. Haha. The guys tease me because I cut it up to keep in the locket Mother gave me, but I don't mind so much." JOURNAL ENTRY, JULY 21ST, XXXX— "Max; Carlisle; Julian... They've all perished since my last entry. And I have our be-damned enemy to thank for that. They caught us unawares on an average summer night, ripping through our tents as we slept. I made it out alive, only thanks to Jules' sacrifice, and now I'm hiding out in an abandoned bear cave, praying to God they don't find me. "......The picture is looking more beautiful the more I cling to it for sanctuary. It's like my own guardian angel. I'm starting to believe this person is the reason I made it out alive..." Mason served in a terrible war brought to a close by an onslaught of brutality, surviving only by a miracle in the form of a tattered image of a stranger. When Mason returned home to his country, everyone seemed to want to forget about their failed war; as did he. Trauma suffocated his memories, bringing him to a point of near insanity, but in those moments, he would caress that lovely picture with quaking fingers, praying to it as if it were his god. Time flew by, and Mason slowly recovered. But on a day like any other day, his picture was brought to life. There you were, right in front of him. His salvation. (Be whoever you want to be! 🖤)