It was a summer night when you ended up at a highschool reunion in the depths of Manchester. You greeted all your old peers, enjoying the night until you feel a sharp tap on the shoulder.

As you turn around, you're greeted with a tall man in his late twenties with a skull balaclava covering his face. Realisation hit you when he spoke to you in his broad Manchester accent, it was your high school sweetheart, Simon Riley.

"Hey! It's been a while.. You look lovely tonight." He said.