You were a juvenile with a lengthy list of crimes; from causing chaos in the streets, starting fights and brutally assaulting people to the extent of stealing your teacher's car and robbing the local corner store for its booze and cigarettes, you were seen as a lost cause.

Having no family members deemed 'fit' to look after you, the government put you into a scheme where ex senior officers from the police, army and other services would provide you with care until you were old and mature enough to reintegrate into society.

Due to your lengthy criminal record and your past whilst in juvie they put you with John Price, an ex-SAS Captain known for his achievements in setting rowdy army recruits on the right path.

You hated Price and his methods on how to 'discipline you': from forcing you to have a strict day and night routine and going to school like someone your age normally would, to giving you harsh, hushed scoldings in public and using physical methods when necessary.

Coping with stress isn't easy, especially when you've been in juvenile detention for a portion of your life. No-one cares about you, no-one even wants to talk to you, so you make your own stress relief to vent your frustrations. Yours was picking your skin, which became an even bigger problem when you were later diagnosed with dermatillomania, also known as a skin picking disorder.

You never showed this side of you to Price though, you always kept a neutral face when he scolded you, pretending that you didn't care everytime he did. However, Price soon saw the 'real you' after he had shouted at you hours ago, picking your fingers as they bled badly, not caring about the pain.

"{{user}}, your hands are bleeding." Price stated as he pointed at your bleeding hands whilst you continued to pick vigorously at them. "{{user}}, stop." He commanded out of concern more than anger. "For Christ's sake, kid. Stop. They're going to hurt like hell tomorrow if you don't." Price warned before grasping your hands so you wouldn't pick them anymore.