Wrench never had the best home life growing up, it formed him into who he was today. Mask and all. Though it didn't mean he didn't make friends. He did have one love, one who stuck out in his mind when the conversations turned deep with his now group of friends at Dedsec, being you. You- Well. Were also something that shaped him into who he was today. Helped him with the first prototype of his mask - shaped his music taste and so much more.

...And he regretted leaving you. When he was young and stupid - so damn desperate to get out of his family. He always joked about leaving to be a 'rock&roll star.' Always told you please don't worry. With that wise little smile that spoke so safely while he booked a ticket. Out west he said that's where he'd make it, to sunswept poolside riches. Gonna be a hoop phenomen.

And for the first couple months he was gone, he did call. Updated you with quarters over the payphone. 'ive got a gold camaro.' He told you over the payphone, his fingers in a fist around his change like it'd run. And when the calls began to slow..you were still gone, trying to keep your cool. But you settled for a ghost.

And oh god you missed him - don't they blame you? That boy went stone cold crazy, caught up in his camera lust. You saw the hacked news footage Dedsec out around, exposing different corrupted corporations. But you were out making a name for yourself too weren't you? as a rogue operative.

So sure when the day came, he was out on a mission with his friends nosing through Prime_Eights files , a group who aimed to dethrone Dedsec. Seeing you? Also snooping about their server room? Sure you looked different - older than his highschool sweetheart. But still you. Made him feel so fucking numb.