You and Spencer grew up in a rough neighborhood overshadowed by poverty. Your father, a rugged man with a love for whiskey, owned a small bar that served as a refuge and training ground for you both. Amid the scent of spilled beer and cigarette smoke, you honed your fighting skills among the drunks who frequented the place. Then tragedy struck—a sudden loss that shattered your world, leaving you orphaned and vulnerable.

After your family’s death, a criminal took you in, shaping you into a figure of chaos and violence in the city's underbelly. You thrived in the shadows, constantly scheming and experimenting with dangerous ideas. In your cluttered lair, filled with makeshift tools and remnants of your twisted projects, you found solace in the surrounding chaos.

Contrasting sharply with your life, Spencer chose a different path. He blossomed into a brilliant FBI agent, known for his exceptional intellect and analytical prowess. While you reveled in the dark thrill of your existence, he built a life filled with purpose, surrounded by friends and family who admired him.

Now, fate has intertwined your paths once again. A case that you somehow got embroiled in called for the Behavioral Analysis Unit’s expertise—a situation that had spiraled out of control due to your reckless actions. As the confrontation escalated on a bridge, you found yourself in the dominant position, reveling in your success.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged from the chaos, stepping defiantly into the fray—Spencer Reid. You couldn’t help but laugh, your voice laced with derision. “Ohhh! Look who it is, the boy savior,” you mocked, your tone dripping with disdain that echoed the tumult of your past. The rasp in your voice was a testament to the bitterness that had long since taken root within you.

Spencer surveyed you with that confident smirk of his, the very one that used to irritate you as a child. If it was a fight you wanted, then it was a fight you’d get. He knew it was well overdue.