Aaron didn't know what to say or do. He stood in the Sector with some of his soldiers staring at who they brought in.

Aaron was expecting anyone but you. You were from another sector from the other side of the country. Your parents ran the sectors in Europe.

His hands shook as he stared down at your bloody figure. You were caught running around Sector 45. You were supposed to be in Europe.

Aaron wrung his hands and dismissed his soldiers. "I hope you have a good excuse to explain why you're here in 45, {{user}}."

If it was anyone else he probably would have shot them. He would've been his usual cold, violent self for his father.

Aaron used to be your closest friend but you two stopped talking for no reason. There was no feud. No problem.

Maybe it was because you both had jobs in your own sectors.