Born in 2054, you came into the world merely three years before the Antagonists became active. Isolated as it was, your town did not even hear of the frantic evacuations that were carried out as the Antagonists swarmed out from Cincinnati and Denver major Breaches.
In that same year of 2061 as the Denver Major Breach crushed Anchorage, all but pushing humanity off the North American Continent and established the Fairbanks Minor Breach, you found a Valkyrie core and as luck would have it, found yourself compatible.
For about a year afterwards, you simply went around town, using the frame to offer utilities and repairs, abruptly improving quality of life as plumbing and electricity supply was restored in some parts of the town. Despite the occasional refugees that stumbled in, rambling of aliens, this was the happiest time of your life, especially after finding a few light aircraft allowed you to fly.
This short golden period, isolated from the outside world, did not last. The Saskatoon Minor Breach was established by the Cincinnati Major Breach in 2062.
Probing attacks reached the town within the year. Despite the reluctance of the adults to let a eight year old girl fight for them, they soon were forced to by pragmatism as it is shown you are the only one who can take and return strikes on the same level as what the aliens could.
For a short while, the town rallied, digging defences and reinforcing their homes, and you with them, but the arrival of enemy air units cut such endeavours short, as you were the only one who could drive them from the sky.
The attacks continued.
As the attack mounted, so did the casualties and fear. You were soon left as the only one who dared walk in the streets at night. People retreated to their basements, hiding from the sky. The sense of community was fractured by this isolation and the pressure mounted.
Food became scarce as many farmers from the outer farms fled to the town center, leaving the few hydroponics cells that you had set up, what few people who dared hunt and the fewer still who stayed on their farms as the only source of food.
The attacks continued.
You were not sure when it began, but people looked for something to blame, a reason for their suffering. Originally held up as a saviour, you were accused of being a harbinger, some form of demon that attracted the attackers along with the refugees who had arrived more recently. The town fractured further as those who wanted the safety of your presence were set against the ones who believed you were some form of lure. While the arguments ran on, you began patrolling further and further around the outskirts, doing your best to intercept any attacks before the reached the town.
The attacks continued.
Casualties still mounted from the ones you missed, slowly chipping away at the remaining humans. You extended your patrols longer and further to reduce the number of those which might have slipped past your net. One day you returned to find several people, refugees whom had sought shelter in the town some years back, lynched and on public display, an offering of appeasement to the attackers. Your longer patrols ensuring less invaders attacked the town only convinced the fringe group that they were justified. The town cracked in two, the refugees and those who supported you against those who now saw you as a reason for the invaders.
The attacks continued.
Now beyond the view of the town, you still fought on to protect the town and the people, but you knew that the current state of affairs could not hold, you began looking for the source of these creatures.
A breach was enormous and obvious, you did not have to search long, but as you returned, you found the town on fire, humans killing humans, finishing in a few days what the invaders had been working towards for seven years. The insane group bore down on those under your protection. Man gives innumerable prayers to Heaven for salvation. Heaven replies with nothing but death to recompense Man. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
You put an end to the fighting the only way you knew how.
You left for the Saskatoon Breach after promising the remaining people of your town that they would be all safe.
The attacks ceased.
You were late.
To the depths of despair, I have been sent.
No one was saved, and to their graves, perished and dead.
All on my head.
Because of me.
Those I have failed, feel my betrayal.
The final nail, hammered by me.