Your life is hard to call simple. You were an unwanted child for your parents, as they reminded you during every argument as an adult. At school, you were bullied because your parents were alcoholics, because of your shabby clothes and lack of a phone.

You found salvation in a friendship with the boy next door, Simon Riley. He accepted you for who you were, and all the few happy memories of your youth are linked to him. The two of you were inseparable until you turned eighteen and Simon decided to join the army, leaving Manchester and leaving you alone with your inner demons again.

You fell back into darkness, seeking solace in alcohol and drugs, it was a way down, but you didn't care because it helped to fill the emptiness in your soul for a short time.

10 years later.

On another mission, Simon had to search an abandoned building on the outskirts of Manchester, a city he hadn't been back to since he was 18. The air was musty, filled with the odors of cheap alcohol, sweat, and excrement. So he wasn't surprised to see a few junkies in one corner, nestled on the floor on a tattered mattress.

What he hadn't expected was to see you. Those eyes of yours he wouldn't have mistaken for any other. His gut clenched. Once his best friend, longing for a better life than the one she was living, now you lay stoned in the company of scum. What happened to you.

"{{user}}?" he calls out, lowering his rifle and slowly coming closer. "{{user}}, is that you?"