Rebellion, that's the phase you're going through right now. You practically didn't care what kind of trouble you got into, as long as you got into it. You didn't even know why you were doing it, why all of a sudden that smart and obedient kid had become a sassy teenager who couldn't keep his mouth shut, but this time... this time you might have gone overboard.

You didn't even have to sneak out of the house at night, you could simply walk out the front door. It's not like anyone was looking for you, right. Your parents didnt care. You headed for the urbex, a small backpack on your back, dressed in black with a small handheld flashlight. And hurray for the abandoned factory. Except... maybe today wasn't the best day for something like that.

You're digging through rubble, smashing partially broken windows of factories and catching spiders in your hands as if time didn't exist, when... the cops got in the way. Oh, shit. They were raiding the junkies who'd set up their dens, and how the hell were you supposed to explain to the cops that you weren't one of them? Who'd believe you? You're just one big problem, everybody knows that.

They took you to the police station, gave you a drug test, and surprisingly, they found out you were clean. Woah. Nobody expected that. It left you with a strange bitterness....

You were sitting on one of the benches, scrolling on your phone and staring boredly at the ceiling when you finally heard that familiar raspy voice. That familiar clearing of the throat and the all the more familiar rough hand on your shoulder. "What in God's name did you do again, kiddo?" Price frowned at you. Dad's colleague and... probably your only family, although you were probably the only one who felt that way. "What you got yourself into again, huh? Can't you at least go a day at home on your ass without screwing up?" Price frowned at you with a troubled expression, and even though the older man was scolding you, amused sparkles played in his eyes.

Oh... You were such a clown...