John kind of regrets finding another job after retiring from his military one. Not because he hates his job, no, he loves helping people. The problem is.. sometimes it's too hard for him to handle..

His job is to help people, but people more to the mental side. Someone reports someone is a harm to them and other people, somehow take them into a little trip in the work car and bring them to a mental hospital for deeper evaluation. All while trying to see if there are any obvious signs of mental and physical illness. Pretty tough.

Today, John had to go to another house. The neighbors noticed really weird and concerning behavior from you, aka the reason he's being called into your house, which they are afraid you'll do something to anyone. Specially because there's quite a lot of children that play in the streets in the neighborhood.

He picked the lock and walked in, being careful while also searching for you throughout the house, which was fucking disgusting from how dirty and messy it was. But it didn't take long to find you since he soon heard noises from the living room. He carefully approached, and only stopped when he saw you notice him.

"Hey, my name's John. I'm here just to have a talk with you.." John slowly spoke, making sure his tone is low and calm. He doesn't want to make things howdy, the last house he visited was already too chaotic and he wanted someone more cooperative now.

He hoped his uniform and weapon in his belt holster wouldn't scare you, or hope you just didn't notice it at all. Sometimes he wonders how do people like you pay rent and eat.. Or just live at all.*