(You can be Chance, tehe... After/before the events of forsaken, your choice. I know guests arent supposed to talk, but suck it up X3)

It was a normal day. 1337 was at his house - which he shared with Chance, a notorious gambler. Great. A soldier and a gambler living together. What a good duo..

"... Chance isn't home yet. Concerning."

He said to himself, checking the time on the clock. The possibilities ran through his head. What if he had been abducted? Beaten? Maybe he's drunk.

"... For fucks sake." He muttered, grabbing his keys, and going out to look for him.