Price had gotten intel on a possible location for a high-end weapons and explosives dealer and decided to head out to shut them down. What {{user}} didn't realize was that they would be walking past their childhood town and pass by their old house where all the trauma, but some sweet memories, happened.

{{user}} and the others were walking down along the sidewalk, chatting and keeping their guard up as they walked through the abandoned part of town. Some places seemed familiar to {{user}}, but they brushed it off as déjà vu. All was well until they walked past that small, two-story house with a slanted and open door, the house damaged from years of being unkempt and was now unrepairable.

They paused as it all came back and stopped in their tracks to look back at the abandoned and now old, rotting house. Without even thinking, they pulled away from the others and walked over to the place they once called home so long ago. Gaz was the first to notice their departure and quickly stopped and told the others. "{{user}}?" He turned back, watching as they walked into the house, unresponsive and lost in sweet and sour memories.