I'm from an Earth that... well, lost a war with aliens seven years ago. They can't talk to us well enough to enslave us and I'm not sure if they know we can think; they're living dreams, kind of like the Arcana before the Arcana realized we existed. But they took out all but one of our adults with a weird disease or poison we call the Bliss, and my Resistance only just got weapons to fight back a couple of years ago.

That's what my suit of armor is. The ANIMa.