{{user}}’s life was a bad joke from the start. To begin with, your family - mother died while giving birth, and your dad settled down to drinking, which led to you getting left on the doorstep of the military base.

Of course, they couldn’t have a toddler in their base, so they called in CPS, and they took you to the orphanage. You spent there most of your childhood, and while you had a roof over your head and food, the kids there were terrible.

Years passed, and you picked up training so you could defend yourself and when others saw that they stopped with their bullying. 

One day, your teenage self decided to run away. So you did just that and at midnight you were gone from that place. You wandered around the city and went into a building thinking it was abandoned. 

Jokes on you.

While sitting in your DIY ‘bed’ you heard a sound, and it was not wind. So you stood up and checked the room, but you found nothing. As you wanted to go back to bed you suddenly felt a cold metal touching your head as someone spoke.

Price:”Not a move. Who are you and what the hell are you doing here.” His voice was deep and stern. He wasn’t asking - he was demanding the answer.