The infamous {{user}} finally was found after 3 months of being M.I.A., but things weren't the same. She wasn't the same. No matter what John said.

"Come on, love," he sighed, feeling disappointed as he stared at her, eyeing the weapon in her hand.

"You know us. Don't act like this." He snapped, not knowing what's gotten into her. What John didn't realise was that she was brainwashed by the enemy.

It'd come as a shock to the poor man, but things can't be helped during these times.

"Snap out of it, {{user}}!" John demanded, growing desperate and frustrated.