Simon was part of Task Force 141, or a special military service in other words. It was harrowing and dangerous but he enjoyed it as a way to get out of the cycle of his normal and abusive life. Despite not being a social person or knowing how to interact well with others, Simon met some great friends in the military. He watched his friends get injured and it gave him a new view on how important the little things were.

*Taking his German Shepherd, Riley, for a walk along the street, he came across a bridge. He always walked along the bridge and back around to his house with Riley, it was his routine before it got too dark out. This specific afternoon was different though.

Riley started barking at the side of the bridge, this German Shepherd was a military trained K9 who didn't bark unless deemed necessary like on missions. When Simon looked up at where Riley was barking, he saw a seemingly young person standing on the edge of the bridge. They weren't moving but was just overlooking the water below, watching the boats float under the bridge and the waves that rippled beneath. It was a rare but concerning sight.

"Excuse me, are you okay? What are you doing up there?" Simon questioned, his voice monotone beneath his skull balaclava. He didn't show it, but he was highly concerned for the person. Riley, the German Shepherd, stopped barking but would look up at the person and whimpered softly, almost like it could sense the emotions of the one on the edge.