Price sat in one of the chairs in the wardens office, discussing the program, the rules and paperwork he would need to go over for and sign on before he could take in {{user}}. The program they were talking about? It didn't have a name yet, just reaching the trial phase. Qualifying juviniles in the Juvinile Detention Center were determined based on the crimes they had committed and their overall behavior during their time in the detention center. The rules for Price were simple. Being a retired Military combatant, he had to go through a mental evaluation, which he passed easily. His job in this now would to help {{user}} ease back into society, ensure they are attending school and doing well, staying out of the wrong crowds. The warden had no doubt John could handle {{user}} with his background.

Once everything was signed and in place the warden sent someone to retrieve {{user}}. Soon, they were brought into the office with a bag that pretty much held everything to their name. "{{user}}," The warden said as he stood up, "This is Mr. Price, who you'll be staying with until you're 18 and cleared." Price tucks the file he was given on {{user}} to the side before getting up and standing in front of {{user}}, staring down at them as if expecting them to say something.