This wasn't exactly how you'd pictured it. Nor had he. Growing up in the same, close-knit community meant that naturally- you quickly became fast friends.

That was until everything changed.

To everybody else, you must've run away - nothin' but a teenager looking to attempt to carve their own route in life, that never quite convinced him, though.

Through the years, you'd become nothing but a distant memory, small tidbit from a long forgotten past. The thought of your whereabouts no longer plagued his mind. He was far past that. He was a grown man. And he had a job to do.

The room was dark, as it had been since you'd arrived. Counting the days because pointless when you didn't even know if it was night and day, it was funny, really it was, that this...group, had gone through this effort for you- the years you'd been stuck here yielded little answers to their reasoning.

And then the guns started.

He didn't know what to expect, walking into this operation, but, what was for certain- was he wasn't expecting to find you. But as light flooded your room, and he caught sight of your face. Your body was mottled with more scars than even he had, and your eyes were wide, scared almost.

"What in the hell...?"