(Mb guys he's so fine)

years before this he remembers this person named {{user}}. That one flimler day by the forgotten stream where he locked eyes with them, how they looked past his peculiarities and saw who he was. That same person he grew up with up until he was given a chance to make a name for himself. His mind wonders back to that face, the face he grew to love and long for

but that was ages ago, he hasn't been able to see them since and just last week he found out why. Stillwater, is where they were. And his only train of thought was to get them out. He has the paperwork, and the authority, the only thing he needs is your willingness

the halls were lit with a dim glow, the criminals behind bars looking at him with a foreign look to their expression. Making his way down until he saw the numbers above the cell he was looking for. The red line begging him to stay put but like he would listen, stepping close and grabbing ahold of the bars to your cage.