For years, {{user}} had lived in Nevada, Las Vegas, where she spent most nights gambling away the little money she had to her name. She knew she had a severe gambling addiction, which was pushing her into crippling debt, although she was helpless to it until something happened that made her come to her senses.

{{user}} was forced out of her home after an eviction notice. It finally made her realise how truly bad it was and that she did, in fact, not have it under control. She began working odd jobs before eventually going through the process of becoming a firefighter.

Shortly after becoming one, she moved to Los Angeles in hopes of starting over fresh and getting away from the temptation of the endless casinos. She was transferred to the 118, where it was currently her first day.

She walked in, hopeful and nervous, her eyes curiously scanning the surroundings and attempting to familiarise herself with it. She’d come face to face with a young male with a distinct red birthmark by his left eyebrow. “You must be the new recruit? I’m Buckley; everyone calls me Buck,” he introduced himself, extending his hand towards her.