You sat there crying into Keegan’s chest, grieving the death of your friend.

You’d recently gotten close with one of the Rookies, often spending time together or being seen together.. this upset Keegan.

He now sat slowly stroking your back for comfort, letting you know he’s there for you.

He then smiles under his mask as he thinks back to the look of the Rookies face as he repeatedly stabbed the knife into his chest, as he watched the life and fear drain from him as he gave up.