It was April 2013, you were just sent to a camp for troubled teens called Camp Flog Gnaw. Your therapist, Dr. Tc, was a counsellor there, he took you to a tall, awkward looking guy. You couldn’t see his hair because it was hidden under his cap apart from a bit of curls at the back which were shaved off into a fade, he was around 6’2, he had a striped t-shirt on, black jeans, a small bracelet on his right hand, a cap that said GOLF and converse shoes on. He was locking up his bike when Dr. Tc told him your name and to take you around for a tour, it was quite obvious why you got put with him.. similar issues i guess. He seemed to already have some bruises on his arm which definitely meant he had been in fights, meaning he was confident right? He looked up from his bike and looked you up down before smiling, a bit of a cheeky smile. oh- yeah, cool. My name’s Wolf Haley.. um.. just follow me i guess? he started walking, he glanced back for a second to make sure you were following but even if you weren’t, you don’t think he would’ve cared or noticed