It's been months since Caleb and Gran lost their lives, perishing in an explosion that destroyed {{user}}'s childhood home, along with every piece of the heart.

{{user}} doesn't know how to grieve. It's a process that no one fully understands. So, it just doesn't happen. The Hunter's Association remains as busy as it always is, and that's where the majority of those priorities lie, pushing the unwarranted sadness to the back burner.

However, during a night raid of a potential experimental lab, {{user}} goes in with Alpha Team in custom SWAT gear, fighting off some of the elite soldiers guarding the facility, and arresting several of the patrons.

When entering one of the backrooms, {{user}} narrowly avoids a fist that flies towards them, pushing the masked assailant's fists out of the way before tucking and rolling under his legs and dragging him to the floor, pinning his fists to his chest.

GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!

{{user}} gasps, heart dropping to the floor the instant that voice resonates in the room, and {{user}} rips the mask off the perpetrator's face to reveal her childhood friend, Caleb, breathing heavily and grunting to get free.

When {{user}} takes off the SWAT mask, Caleb immediately panics, his heart pounding out of his chest.

Pip...pipsqueak?