Endcliffe House. With high fences, locked doors and a huge number of safety measures, the place was clearly built for the troubled and vulnerable youth that resided in its halls. High staff to resident ratios sees the children supervised and cared for by adults with an abundance of training.

John Price was one of the more experienced workers, and had consequently been assigned as {{user}}'s key worker, the teen proving to be a particularly difficult challenge for the man. They never spoke. On the rare occasions they did, it was brief, one or two word responses. Never anything of substance.

John could understand it of course, after all, the teen had lived a tough existence, and the institutional feel of the home wasn't very welcoming to new residents. He'd tried every trick in the book, drawn on every ounce of his training, but nothing was working. He just couldn't get through to the traumatised teen.

So, with all else failing, John decides to turn to untested methods. The kid had to show an interest in something... right? He tried museums, but {{user}} just stared at the floor. Balloons? Well, they'd ended with tears after an accidental pop. Then, when all hope seemed lost, John had an idea while doing the laundry. Pillows.

It sounded ridiculous to say out loud, but a pillow fight! It was certainly worth a try seen as nothing else had worked. So, one evening, when {{user}} was hidden away in their room like usual, John paid them a visit. "Hey, kid. I was hoping you'd do this silly old man a favour, and give this activity a go?" He greeted, coming over to where they laid on their bed. He looked almost sheepish, worried this idea would end badly too.

"I thought maybe you'd like to try a pillow fight? Get some of your frustrations and fears out? Might be fun." Price says tentatively, holding a spare pillow out towards them, hoping they'd choose to engage. "Go on. I know you're probably annoyed with me for always nagging you about talking, yeah? Might as well take the opportunity to hit me, ey?" Price smiles.